He stood on the stage, lights shining around Him like the star He was. He held His hand up, waving to the audience, who screamed and applauded. He pushed some of His shaggy blond hair from His eyes, and looked back at His band for support. Then He smiled and addressed the audience.

"That was Alabaster Sunset. I hope that you all enjoyed it."

Screams and shouts of "Yes!" were their response.

"It's actually based off a story of a girl I know." He looked to the side of the stage, where I stood, watching Him. "She's pretty convinced that I'm in love with her, even though nobody could ever like a pathetic, ugly girl like her. I've been going out with her for a month or so now. What should I do with her?"

Shouts of "Dump her!" and "Go out with me!" punctuated the air in the stadium.

A strange mixture of sadness and fury welled inside of me. I picked up the nearest object--an extra stage light--and hurled it at Him, tears in my eyes.

Blue glass shattered on the stage as the two other band members jumped out of the way. He just looked vaguely amused. I picked up another light, stepping onto the stage so I could get a better shot at him.

"See?" He said to the crowd. "She's deathly pale, with no sense of style. Just look at what She's wearing."

"I hate you!" I yelled, chucking the light at him. It missed. "I hate you." Tears streamed down my face. "I hate you!" I repeated a third time before I realized that I was awake, and the whole scene with Him had just been a dream.

"Ethan, Ethan." A calm voice spoke my fake name. "It's OK." Cool hands held a damp wash cloth to my face, wiping away cold sweat and tears. "Everything will be alright."

I let out a whimper and put my hands in front of my face, trying to stop my worst experience from replaying over and over again behind my eyes. "I hate you." I told Him, as if I could from the distance, but my voice was soft, feeble, and more like a plea for forgiveness than a declaration of loathing.

"Ethan." Neil took my hands from my face. "It was just a nightmare. You'll be better now."

I sat up, and found that my roommate sat on the edge of my bed, holding a washcloth and a glass of water, which he handed to me. I drank deeply, put the cup on my nightstand, and looked up at Neil with eyes still brimming with tears. "Thank you." I said gratefully.

Neil shrugged as if to say it was nothing and got up. "You should really stop talking in your sleep."

"I'll try to remember that next time I find myself in another bad dream." I replied sarcastically.

Neil ignored my and climbed into his own bed. Within seconds, the stupid boy was asleep, while I laid awake for a long while, the sweetly sad melody of Alabaster Sunset playing like a broken record player whose volume knob had been broken off my neighborhood boys, and wouldn't go any softer then "very loud."