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Chapter 15 ~ Tobias

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"Are you ready?" Cinna, my stylist, asks me. "Are you nervous?"

"Yes and no," I say.

"Here's your cue," he says, just as the music comes on.

I turn behind me and smile at Cinna one last time before jogging out onto the stage, where squeals of adoring girls greet me.

I scan the crowd, not looking for anyone in particular.

My eyes fall on a red-headed girl, who's sitting next to a black-haired girl.

They're probably the only girls who aren't squealing.

They just glance at each other, mouthing words.

I smile broadly as Ellen speaks a few words. She takes a paper from its envelope.

That must be the most popular fans' question. I was told about it earlier.

"Question of the day," Ellen pauses dramatically. "Everyone would like to know your real name!"

I freeze. Out of all the questions, I probably wouldn't have expected that to be the one.

I can't say Tobias. There's no way for that. Should I make up a name? Or use a name of one of my deceased friends. I'm about to say my name is Uriah, but suddenly Ashley, the girl from the plane, pops into my head. My name was Tristan. It shall be Tristan now.

"My name," I pause thoughtfully, "Is Tristan."

In the front center seat I see the redhead trading a glance with the other girl.

"Tristan? Wow, that's a nice name!" Ellen booms out.

I smile, saying a thanks in response.

My eyes don't falter from the redhead. She just looks so familiar, her height, and the mocha colored skin.

I can't get a grip on the name. Did I see her on the plane?

"Jayden," the black-haired girl mouths, "Four's looking at you."

I don't know a Jayden.

I guess she just looks familiar, but I don't know her.

Ellen interrupts my thoughts. "Will you sing now, Four?"

I take the microphone, swaying to the slow beat as my first song comes up. Amnesia.

"I drove by all the places, we used to hang out getting wasted." I don't take my eyes off the two girls in the front center rows.

Red is trading glances with the other one.

"I remember the day you told me you were leaving, the make-up running down your face," Tris flashes in my mind, the black mascara running down her face as she ended it with me.

"I wish I'd wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things. Like how it felt to fall asleep next to you," I close my eyes, picturing Tris sleeping as I sing.