((Love in your youth is a tumultuous, wild ride that's capable of both making you feel like you could lift mountains, or wish to be buried deep into a hole to be consumed by self-loathing. Sometimes it's best to not bother with love, but then many nights you lay awake thinking of the special someone who intrigued you even though they were as unreachable as the stars. Logic often fails when it comes to matters of the heart. That's why you're here today in New York City, Broadway Theatre. Your friend from childhood, Willow, is performing on stage tonight.))

Several minutes pass. The lights of the theatre fade to darkness that wraps itself about you like your favorite blanket. All too soon, three lights flash blind you and illuminate Willow. Her short, professionally tussled black hair serves as an exquisite dichotomy to her pure white dress. She slowly opens her eyes, greeting the crowd with a pair of dazzling amethysts that would make any jeweler awestruck with captivation. — I wrote this song on a dark, rainy night while my heart ached for a life I'll never have. It's been six years since I saw the one who I hold... She bites her lip, something she always did in school before she was going to lie. It seems Willow hasn't shaken the bad habit. She shakes her head and sweetly smiles at the crowd. — Someone who used to mean the world to me. Please, enjoy my song, 'Lost Harmony'. As the lights multiply, a musician behind the curtain plays a somber melody from a harp. Willow's song tells of a broken heart, of a life ended, and a maiden lost in the dark. It is beautiful, heart wrenching, and the crowd slowly falls to tears as they listen to her song. At it's conclusion, the crowd claps enthusiastically. Willow grins, basking in the attention of her ardent admirers. She walks off the stage and heads in your direction before colliding into you. She steps back and puts a hand to her breast, grinning mischievously. — Oh, how typical that I would run into you here of all places.