Watching the crowd, Lilia felt better than she had in months. All was in it's right place. Premiere was on the stage of Genuine, and the dance floor was filled with people. It was alive again.

When her father had told her about his decision, she was enraged that he would dare to make such a choice about her place, her night club, without her. At first. But then she began to feel the excitement he had anticipated. She had practically ran down the stairs, eager to start restoring Genuine to it's former glory.

But it wasn't the same any more. Somehow, in the past weeks of it's isolation, Genuine had evolved into something else. Daniel had completed most of the renovations he had planned, and he had changed the lighting fixtures, the paint color and the layout of the main floor. And now, on the day of the reopening, she could feel the difference his part had created. She could sense that Genuine was no longer hers. It had somehow become Daniel's vision, his dream, his place. And it didn't bother her at all.

For years, Genuine had been the part of her mother that would live on forever. But it had died. She had mourned it's death. But to Daniel, Genuine was now "their" place. The night club they might have opened together if only things had been different. If only things had been different, Lilia thought wistfully.

Her attention turned to the band onstage. Premiere had insisted on performing, and Lilia could not deny them the honor. It was their place, after all. They were the first band ever on that stage. Lilia watched them all throughout the night, and was pleased that they had played all the old favorites, not the songs from their album, in memory of the times they use to have.

It was a happy night all around, and the sweetest moment for Lilia had been when her family, Daniel and all of Premiere, sat around "their" table, long after closing time, just talking. She listened more than spoke and wondered why she had felt so completely alone a mere week ago. And yet there was something missing.

The call came the next morning around seven a.m. Startled by the shrill ring, and having managed to capture only mere hours before she was awakened, she was a complete basket case.

"Hello?" she whispered, as she blindly picked up the phone.

"Hey, Lilia. Uh, we were wondering if you knew where a certain blond member of our band went…" the voice on the other end responded.

"Huh?" she grunted, the lingering affects of sleep impairing her thought process.

"This is Brian. Do you know where Nick is?"

"Nick? I haven't seen or heard from him in over a week. What do you mean, you don't know where he is?"

"He told us he was going to see you, and none of us have heard from him since. We have some business to take care of, which is why we're in town, but he missed a meeting and none of us know where to find him."

"I don't know where he went. We got into…an argument, and he left." Suddenly a wave of static distorted the conversation.

"Look, Lilia, can you meet us in person? We really need to find him, and it looks like you were the last to see him," Brian's voice said through the static. Lilia agreed, although she was dubious as to what she could tell them.

* * * *

"I don't see why this damn meeting is so important that I absolutely had to be here. Who are we meeting again?" Nick asked, sounding whiney.

"Suck it up, Blondie. We all feel exactly the same, so get over yourself," an unusually blunt Howie answered, with a no-nonsense tone that was so surprising to Nick, that he shut up. He followed the rest of the guys as they led him down the hall towards the hotel suite they where their meeting was being held.

He entered the room and was surprised to see Paul and Sandy there. As he paused before crossing the threshold, the rest of the Boys pushed him inside, and shut the door behind them, the four of them standing in front of it so as to block Nick's way out. Nick was baffled.

"What's going on, guys?" he asked suspiciously. He wasn't sure what exactly was happening, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with him.

"Oh, yeah, Nick, this huge package came for you, and we brought it up here for you. We stuck it in the walk-in closet. Come on, I'll show you," Brian said. Frowning slightly, he followed him. Brian opened the door of the dark closet, turned on the light, and pushed Nick inside so quickly that he hardly had a chance to realize what was happening.

He banged on the door and tried the doorknob, but it was locked from the other side. Now completely confused, he kicked the door a few times.

"Brian, let me out!" he hollered.

"It's no good. I tried that already," a quiet voice said behind him. It was pitch black in the closet, but he could recognize that voice anywhere.

"What the hell are we doing in here, Lily?" Nick demanded.

"It's an intervention," someone called from the other side of the door. It was Brian.

"What the hell do you mean by an intervention?" Lilia yelled, her temper breaking.

"We've decided that we're smarter than you two, that you should be together and that we are not letting you out of this closet until you find some peaceful resolution to this little situation," Kevin added.

"Then there's the fact that you're being so tight-assed about the way things are now, that you keep forgetting about what you had. So stop being tight-assed, or you won't ever get out of there," Sandy called.

"You aren't serious about keeping us locked in here, are you?" Lilia demanded of her friend.

"Yes," six voices chorused

"Did it ever occur to you that none of this is your business?" Nick asked calmly.

"Actually, no. Good point. We take that into consideration," Paul said. Nick sighed. He knew how stubborn his friends could be.

"I think we're stuck in here, Lilia," he growled, as he slumped against the wall.