Author's Note: In honor of the story's third anniversary, I've posted two updates for the story, as well as a couple of pretty awesome extras on the fansite. One is a script, and the other... well, you'll see. You also might want to read the letter I posted to the readers!
“It’s really something, huh?” Taste of Honey spoke up, interrupting Jade’s thoughts.
“Yeah, it really is,” Jade replied, still amazed.
“And you know something?”
“Hm?”
“All those squealing fan girls… they don’t mean squat to him.” Taste of Honey gave Jade a wry smile. “Lots of guys would love to be in his place, but Mark… it’s just no big deal to him.”
“What, you mean he’s…?”
“No, no, it’s not like that,” Taste of Honey responded quickly. “It’s just that he seems to prefer women who are hard to get. Probably why he likes you and Tacita so much.”
“Wait, what?”
“I mean, come on, he even wrote a song about you. You’re a pretty big deal to him, and the punch line is, he can’t even have you.”
“Wait, when did he write a song about me?”
“A few years ago. It was on his first album,” Taste of Honey stated nonchalantly. “You probably don’t keep up with that kind of thing. It’s called--”
“Thank you, Oakdale! You guys are awesome!” Mark declared, his voice booming through the speakers. “This next song is really special to me. It’s called Eternal.”
“That’s the song he wrote for you,” Taste of Honey gasped, nudging Jade. “He hardly ever plays that one in concert!”
In a low, steady voice, Mark began to sing:
“So many years have passed
And yet I still can see so clearly in my mind
Such beautiful imperfection
That I had to leave behind
And I remember
The way you looked at me
And asked me, ‘Darling, tell me,
What do you think it means
When I speak of eternity?’
And those were the days
When you were still living with a ghost
Clinging to strands of the past…”
On it went, for several minutes. When he finally finished, Taste of Honey muttered, “I think that was his best performance ever. It was seriously intense!” She looked over at Jade and noticed the tears running down her face. “What’s wrong, hon?”
“I… It was…” Jade stammered, unable to speak clearly.
Taste of Honey smiled a little and patted her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay,” she said pleasantly. She picked a clean handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed at Jade’s face with it, careful not to smudge her makeup.
“Thanks,” Jade whispered hoarsely.
“No prob. I mean, if I knew someone wrote a song like that for me, I’d be pretty teary, too.”
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After the show, Mark approached Taste of Honey and Jade. “So, what did you think?” he asked cheerily.
“She loved it!” Taste of Honey interrupted, grinning. “You were pretty intense out there.”
Mark looked over at Jade, waiting for her to speak. Finally, Jade said, “Yeah… you were… incredible. I… I was crying and everything.”
“She was!” Taste of Honey interjected.
“Well, I’m glad to know you were so touched,” Mark remarked, nodding. He patted Jade’s shoulder. “Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jade responded.
“Good, because we’re all going out for some drinks. You in?”
“I don’t know…”
“It’s just going to be one drink. We have someone to drive you back, if you get plastered.”
Jade sighed. What harm could it do? she thought. “Sure,” she replied. “One drink.”
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About three or four drinks later, everyone was more than a little tipsy. Jade giggled and ran her hand over Mark’s hair. “So… so, how long did it take you to get that?” she asked.
Mark took another sip of his drink and replied, grinning, “About a jar of hair gel, two or three packets of dye, and half an hour of good cursing. You caught me at the start of the dying process earlier. Going to wash it out tomorrow-- it‘s the temp stuff.”
“I was kind of wondering about the weird color change. So, is the cursing a required part of the process?” Jade asked, almost slipping off of her seat.
Mark steadied her. “Of course. That’s the most fun part! Just don’t let any little old ladies or nuns sit in on you.”
Jade laughed more and leaned against Mark. “This is great,” she remarked happily. “I haven’t had this much fun in years! I don’t know why I don’t do this more often.”
“You’re a fun one when you’re smashed,” Mark chuckled, ruffling Jade’s hair. “You were never this much fun when we were together.”
“Well, neither were you,” Jade replied. “I swear, sometimes, I thought you were more in love with your guitar than anything else. I was just, y’know, there to do whatever the guitar couldn’t.”
“Well, guitars aren’t everything. Man, we had some good times.”
“Yeah, like that time you and me and Paul were at Z’s. I swear, that couple sitting by us must have figured we had an OT3 thing going on or something. Turned out, Paul was just drunk and clueless.” Jade chuckled softly. “I miss those days.” She sighed and rested her head on Mark’s shoulder. “Y’know, I miss hanging out with you sometimes. You always knew how to make me laugh.”
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