The Redhead, and The Dreamer.

Ethan had no clue what to make of me. I knew my song had confuzed him somehow, and I was incredibly amused by the fact. He drank me down with somewhat annoyed eyes as I sang. It was like being analyzed in a way that youbreally can do absoolutely nothing about. I kind of liked the feeling.

''Who's that one by,'' Ethan asked. His intentions seemed inncent enough so I simply nodded and smiled. ''Oh,'' he said with a more pronounced smile crossing over his features. ''In that case, who's it for?''

''A monster,'' I said smoothly.

''Poor monster,'' Ethan muttered.

''He hasn't even seen me angry yet.''

''Well, I hope for his and my own sake that we both get to see you like thatvone day,'' he said slowly. I gave him a puzzled look and he quickly finished his thought with a very strange statement. ''I'd bet money you're adoreable when you're mad.''

I laughed at that. ''Keep thinking that, Batman.'' I said to him playfully throwing my guitar pick at him.