How Could an Angel
SS by Cay

Wade’s POV 

“No, no, no…Britney! You were supposed to stop at the 2^nd verse!” The producer shouts exasperatedly over the mic. Rubbing his temples with his two fingers, he lets out a sigh and looks at Britney again. 

“Try it again, Britney…and this time, concentrate.” 

My gaze turns back to the woman that I have become so enraptured with. With one hand on the left headphone, and a thumbnail captured between her teeth, she nods her head slowly as the music begins to play again. 

If there’s one thing about Britney that I have to admire about her, it’s the way she wears her heart on her sleeve. It’s her willingness to move on with life, when it’s guiding force, and also a major part of her heart, is gone. 

Gone. 

It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since Justin said goodbye to her. Three weeks since they’ve talked, seen, or even heard about each other. I know, I’ve seen how hard people are trying so that she doesn’t come into any contact with Justin, or Nsync. But it’s hard. Especially when every article she’s in, mentions him, and it’s even harder to try to forget about someone who has always been there for you.  

For me, I can relate to that perfectly. For weeks, months, and years, I’ve tried to forget about the only woman who has captured my heart in that way. A woman who is completely amazing, but yet so far beyond that. She has my heart, and right now, I can only hope that one day I’ll have hers. 

I remember that day perfectly. Britney and I were rehearsing “Lonely” and as if fate would have it, it would be the perfect song for that day. During the middle of the routine, I found myself dancing alone as Britney ran to answer her ringing cell phone. After a moment of digging through her bag, she picked it up and threw open the cover, bringing the phone quickly to her ear. Turning down the music, I grab a bottle of water, my eyes never leaving her. Her eyes, which had in the beginning lighted up, slowly fill with tears, and her lips start quivering. As much as she’s trying to be strong, I can see through that façade, and see the pain within her.  

As I slowly start to see that face once again form, I’m knocked out of that memory as BT shouts again. 

“Britney! NO! You don’t sing that part, its backup! And I said start at the bridge!”  

Drawing myself out of the chair, I move across to BT and lean down to him. “Hey, man, why don’t you take off. I’ll take care of it.” 

He looks at me with a look of annoyance, but as I stare him straight in the eye, he nods and moves towards the door, dragging his bag with him.  

I walk towards the booth and turn the knob, allowing myself to move into the room. Standing a short distance back, I observe as Britney takes the headphones off and places it on the stand in front of her. I cautiously take a step forward, and she turns slowly and walks towards me. Suddenly, she falls into my arms and I move my arms around her frail, shaking body. Tilting my head back, I can’t help but to think how right it feels with her in my embrace. I close my eyes and run my arms along the length of her back, whispering to her. “Brit…Shh... it’s gonna be okay…It’s gonna be fine.” 

Her sad brown eyes look up at me, and my heart fills with sadness at the hurt and pain in them. “Wade…why can’t they stop? Why can’t they leave me alone?” she asks, her voice quivering with each word.  

I look deeply into her eyes, not knowing the answer. So instead I remove my hand from her back and move it to brush the golden blond strand of hair from her eyes, and stop the tears streaming from her tear-stricken face. 

Rocking her back and forth slowly, I nudge my head lying on my chest, hoping for her to look up. She lifts her head up, and looks at me, and for the first time in days, I see a look of peacefulness. 

“Brit, try this song again. I’m gonna go out there and produce, and sing the vocals with you.” I say, slowly pulling out of her arms, and cursing myself for doing so at the same time. 

She nods, and reaches for the headphones, and places them back on. I walk to the controls, and grab a set of headphones and get ready to sing the back up.  

I heard he sang a lullaby  

I heard he sang it from his heart  

When I found out thought I would die  

Because that lullaby was mine  

I heard he sealed it with a kiss  

He gently kissed her cherry lips  

I found that so hard to believe  

Because his kiss belonged to me

How could an angel break my heart  

Why didn't he catch my falling star  

I wish I didn't wish so hard  

Maybe I wished our love apart  

How could an angel break my heart

I heard here face was white as rain  

Soft as a rose that blooms in May  

He keeps her picture in a frame  

And when he sleeps he calls her name  

I wonder if she makes him smile  

The way he used to smile at me  

I hope she doesn't make him laugh  

Because his laugh belongs to me

How could an angel break my heart  

Why didn't he catch may falling star  

I wish I didn't wish so hard  

Maybe I wish our love apart  

How could an angel break my heart

Oh my soul is dying, it's crying  

I'm trying to understand  

Please help me

How could an angel break my heart  

Why didn't he catch my falling star  

I wish I didn't wish so hard  

Maybe I wished our love apart  

How could an angel break my heart  

As she finishes the song, I see the tears rolling freely down her face, and though I wouldn’t like to admit it, tears have begun to form in mine, out of the pure awe of all the emotion and feelings she has thrown out there.  

Motioning for her to come out, she makes her way slowly out to me, and grabs my arm, taking me by total surprise. With her arms around me, I once again sink into a state of bliss as she speaks the next words that break the dam that I have built for my tears. 

“When Justin dumped me, I truly thought that I had lost my angel, and all my hope. But now I see I haven’t lost an angel, the angel’s just switched wings.” She says, putting her arms around my neck. As her lips brush mine, I truly know that for me, my angel has finally found her place, in my arms.