[ This was the part of being a star that Sheryl had always hated. Rubbing elbows with the rich, smiling and laughing as she pretended that any of them could simply buy her.

She was able to avoid dancing with any of them by telling them that she was still tired from the night's performance, but she couldn't stop the host from putting his arm around her waist, making her fight a look of absolute disgust. ]

Excuse me, but I do believe I see someone I know ... it looks like an old friend.

[ She reached for the first person she saw. ] It's you! It's been such a long time!

[ Athrun, she doesn't know your name or who you are. But that subtle frown is begging that you played along. ]