Epilogue

The doorbell rang. Michael told Natalie with a grin, “Write your note later. Right now, go rinse your face; your guests are arriving.”

Natalie went upstairs to her room to pull herself together. She couldn’t believe it. She knew they were good guys – at least everything she read about them told her that. She also experienced their generosity first-hand. She just couldn’t wrap her head around everything they’d done for her. Her. A virtual stranger. A fan, sure, but a nobody to them. She shook her head, and went into the bathroom to dry her eyes and touch up her makeup. Can’t let my guests think I’m still sick. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she went back to her room to change out of her walking clothes, and into faded jeans, and her softest turtleneck sweater.

From downstairs, she heard the chorus from the a capella version of “her song”. With a puzzled look on her face, she looked down on her dresser. The CD was there, where it always is when it wasn’t in her player. With a puzzled look on her face, she went down the stairs, and headed for the living room.

“Michael, when did you make a copy of my – ” She broke off, staring at the sight before her.

Standing in front of the fireplace, flanked by the two floral arrangements, were Jon, Richie, David, and Tico. They were looking gorgeous in black tie, and each was holding a single red rose. With tears in her eyes, Natalie went to Michael. He led her to the couch, and helped her sit. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.

By the time they finished singing to her, Natalie was crying. Richie, Dave, and Tico each came to Natalie in turn, presented his flower to her, kissed her cheek and said “Welcome home.”

Jon hung back, wanting to go last. He knelt in front of Natalie, took her hand, and put it over his heart. He gently put his own hand over her heart. He said to her, “Natalie, you have touched my heart. It’s only fair that I touch yours. Welcome home.” He kissed her gently, and pulled her into a hug.

Over Jon’s shoulder, Natalie caught Michael’s eye, and mouthed, “Thank you.”

THE END