Gerry And Bailey's Phantom of the Opera stage show.

Bailey tried to stand, "I was so close.." She said, standing up with Erin. "Take me back to the theater, Erin."

Sam grinned softly, "She's cute and a fun girl. There might be something, so spill about Bailey."

"'kay." Erin smiled weakly. "D'you wanna go get the guys?"

Gerry glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eyes. "Does it really matter?"

"Of course it does. I mean I know she's 21 and you're.. well, an old bugger, but I think she likes you too! Go for it, you scottish bastard." He punched his friend in the arm and grinned.

Bailey shook her head, "I don't want them to see me like this.."

"I'm not that old." He glared at his friend. "What are you gonna do about Erin?"

"Mmmkey, hun." Erin helped her friend up and led her back to the car.

"Ask her out.." He said, raising her eyebrow as if that was the answer that was obviously right.

When Bailey got back to the theater, she slipped into her room and stripped out of the cold, wet clothing and climbed into bed, tears streaming down her face in the dark.

"D'you really think she'll go for that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Need anything, darlin'?" Erin frowned slightly, still apparently very worried.

"Now you're making me second guess myself. Hopefully she does, if not I'm screwed." He punched him again.

Bailey shook her head, "Thanks Erin.. You can go back out if you want.."

"What makes you think she's gonna?" He teased.

"I'm worried about you, darlin'. I dun wanna leave." Erin frowned.

Bailey looked at her, "
I'll be okay, I just want to sleep." She said softly.

Sam shook his head, "Shut up, Gerry." He murmured, laughing.

"I'll wait with you till you go to sleep, hun." Erin smiled slightly. "Then I'll head back for the guys."

"I mean d'you really think she goes for Irish idiots?" He grinned.

"I dunno.. Does Bailey go for scottish ones?" He blundered and grinned.


Bailey nodded and stretched, "Thank you.." He said softly, lying on the bed as she fell asleep.

Erin smiled slightly and just watched her friend sleep for a few minutes to make sure she was really asleep. "I love you so much, darlin'." She whispered as she left. It didn't take her too long to get back to the karaoke bar and when she got there, she just stood near the bar for a few minutes, letting her eyes adjust to the dim, smoky atmosphere and looking around for the guys.

"I wouldn't know but apparently she goes for the smart, handsome Scottish sorts." He grinned lopsidedly. "Why look, yer girlfriend's back." He gestured to Erin near the bar. "Should I leave you two alone?" He teased.

Sam punched his arm, "You should go be with yours, dolt." He grinned softly and made his way over to Erin. "'ey. How's Bailey doing?" He frowned, looking at her.

Erin smiled slightly when she saw Sam. "She's sleeping right now. You should go keep an eye on her, if you don't mind too much." She directed that second sentence at Gerry, who had followed Sam over to find out how Bailey was doing. He nodded slightly, said his goodbyes, and headed out of the bar to his car.

Sam smiled softly, "So whats the deal with that Brett guy?" He said softly, looking at her.

"Um...he's an ex of hers." She paused for a moment, frowning. "He did something to her. I'm not too sure what though..."

It didn't take Gerry too long to get back and he made his way to Bailey's room, quietly poking his head into the darkened room.

Bailey was curled up, her window was open blowing in the smell of rain and he moon was shining down on her. Her body was nestled.


Sam nodded, "Aye, one of those." He huffed softly, "You gonna go back up there?" He grinned softly.

Gerry smiled slightly and just stood there and watched her for a few minutes.

"Up where? On stage?" Erin glanced towards the stage. "Well, you still haven't sung yet." She teased.

There was a small rose, nestled by her head on the pillow with a black ribbon wrapped around it.

Sam sighed, "Aye, I know, maybe next time.." He grinned softly.

Gerry frowned slightly when he noticed the rose and picked it up, placing it on her bedside table so she wouldn't roll over on it in her sleep or anything.

"Maybe next time? Why not now?" She teased.

Sam covered his face, "You lass, will kill me. You know that?" He made his way towards the stage.

" And they called it puppy love
Oh i guess they'll never know
how a young heart really feels
and just why i love her so
and they called it puppy
love
just because we're in our teens
tell them all
please tell them it isn't fair
to take away my only dream
i cry each night
my tears for you
my tears are all in vain
i hope and i pray
that maybe someday
you'll be back (you'll be back) in my arms(in my arms)
once again
someone help me
help me
help me please
is the answer up above?
how can i
oh how can i tell them
this is not a puppy love
someone help me
help me
help me please
is the answer up above?
how can i
oh how can i tell them
this is not a puppy love
(this is not a puppy love)
(this is not a puppy love)
not a puppy love
(this is not a puppy love!"


Sam had an amazing voice, and his eyes lit up when he sang.

"Yeah, yeah." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully as he walked off. Standing at the edge of the stage, she watched him intently as she sang, smiling ever so slightly.

The next morning, Bailey rolled out of bed, she stretched, showered and made her way down the stairs, late for practice. She slipped into the theater.

The director sneered, "Well, mademoiselle, it is very kind of you to join us.." She said in a huffy tone and then walked away.


Bailey made her way over to Gerard and Erin, "My phone didn't go off.." She muttered, looking at them both.

"G'morning, darlin." Erin smiled warmly. "Feeling better?" Gerry just watched the two girls in silence.

Bailey shrugged, "Well, seeing as I practically downed a forty of vodka to myself last night, no. I'm not feeling good.." She pulled out the rose, "Did one of you guys leave this in my room last night?" She mumbled. "I found it this morning on my bedside table. I thought it was something pulling a prank." She looked puzzled.