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THIS IS THE STORY: I know that we had been best friends all through Middle and High School, but our graduation was the last time I had seen her. Now, fifteen years later, we're both here. She doesn't see me, but I see her. Lea, my old best friend. She's sitting on stage, surrounded by people slowly getting drunk, but it seems that she's in her own little world. Her fingers are dancing across the piano keys and her voice cuts through the smoky haze of the bar. The song ends, a few people applaud, a dollar is dropped in her hat, and she glances around with eyes that have seemed to have witness a thousand crimes. They seem a thousand years older then last time I looked into them. Another song flows out among the crowd, and the people who still have enough sense to care can tell that she doesn't belong here in this company. All through the night she played, only pausing every few songs. Towards six in the morning, when most of the people have either left or ped out, she stops. To those of us that are left, the silence is defining. Lea stands and walks up to me, my drink untouched, and engulfs me in a hug. “It's been a long time,” Lea said with a sad smile. “Aye, that it has.” I held her out at arms length and got a good look at her. Lea was wearing a long, strapless, dark purple dress whose elegance seemed misplaced in the dusky bar. It was tight fitting at the top and tapered out at the bottom. Her fiery orange-red hair reached past her shoulders and hung in perfect ringlets. She was beautiful, no doubt about it.