Jareth let out a deep sigh once the door closed behind her. Upset, he rubbed his face vigorously with his hands and tried to think of what to do next. He could have wandered outside, watched as the sun set over the waves. He could have found some pretty little thing to drink the night away with at the bar. He could have, but he didn’t. He had to keep his promise to Delilah, and to himself, that he would think this through. He never said he would do it sober ,though.

Jar turned and headed back into his own suite. In the bar area, he plucked a short glass from the shelves and splashed the first whiskey he had found in the fridge into it. Alone, he headed back to his bedroom, sipping on the ice cold liquor. The king sized bed was truly fit for a king, and he felt like the down feathers might swallow him as he laid there, staring at the ceiling. When he finished the whiskey, Jar lit up a cigarette and took a long drag before flicking the ashes into his empty glass. He didn’t notice when the tears silently traveled from his eyes to the pillow, he didn’t notice when the booze and the benzos had put him to sleep.

As a child, Jareth had night terrors. The only dreams he’d ever had were the ones that taught him how to scream in false chord. But this wasn’t one of those nights, instead, he dreamt of her.

 [i]He saw himself of singing to her, playing on the beach while she sat cross-legged in the sand. He saw her walking towards him, a vintage lace veil masking her features. He saw them fighting until their screams turned to sounds of pleasure. He saw her struggling to pick up an autumn leaf, belly round with child. He saw them both crying a lot, but he saw them in love…[/i]

The moment Jareth opened his eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the window sheers, he had his mind made up. This party, he would win her back at this party. Or he’d die trying. Jar spent the morning desperately trying to write down the song pouring from his heart. It came to him in his dreams. Afterwords, he had gotten ready with the boys, taking special care in his appearance. He wore his board shorts and a black mesh tank top that showed off his tattoos. Jar put on a little bit of eyeliner and styled his hair, remembering the way he looked the night they first met. He hoped that maybe tonight could end the way that one had, except for maybe not in a grungy bathroom stall.

When the guys headed down to the beach party, Jar had his acoustic strapped to his back. The beach was pretty crowded and there was music, but it wasn’t live. Jar could fix that. At some point, Hunter and Grant scattered off to who-knows where, but Jareth took a seat on a stool and began tuning the guitar. He was shaking with nervousness. Gods, he hoped he didn’t fuck this up like he had so many times in the past. He would do whatever he could to earn her forgiveness… but what could he say?

[i]”When words fail, music speaks…” – Hans Christian Anderson [/i]

So Jareth played his music, hoping to catch the ear of the one girl in the crowd who mattered. The only one who had ever mattered… After strumming the first few [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2PxolnO3TY]chords[/url], he began:

 “It's the way that you blush when you're nervous.
      It's your ability to make 
          me 
               earn this.”

Despite the nervousness, he played on, letting his emotions do all the singing. People noticed his song, even though the party music soared loudy around them. Girls had gathered around, some had their hands clasped to their mouths, enraptured with emotion, but most just looked around, jealous of the girl for whom this was intended. But where was Delilah?She had to hear him, this was his chance, this was all for her. His voice rose for the part of the song that spoke the volumes of his heart, the epiphany he had last night.

“While you were sleeping I figured out everything,
I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me.
Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins.
You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame.”

When his song was finished, Jar opened his eyes, not realizing he had them closed for so much of it. Anxious still, he looked up from his guitar and prayed to the gods that she would be there, please be standing there, Delilah…