"Hello."

"Brenda…Guess what!"

"What!"

"I got it! I have an audition for a music video tomorrow at noon!"

"Omg Amy I'm so happy for you! I'd knew you'd get the job."

"Whew it was nerve racking. I showed them my resume and they looked over it and then they were like dance. I wasn't expecting for them to say just dance but you know I got up there and winged it and I got it!" Amy said speaking a hundred miles an hour.

"I wish my mom knew. I wish she was here and that she would just hug me and say I'm so proud of you."

"Amy you can always call her."

"She doesn't want to speak to me. She wouldn't care."

"Yes she would. She loves you."

"I know she loves me but she's not proud of me."

"Amy just call her."

"Maybe I will. I don't know right now. I have to get some sleep. I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Ok…congratulations. Goodnight."

"Thanks. Buh-bye." Amy placed the phone on the receiver and got ready for bed. Another day tomorrow she thought. She laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. Amy sprang up seconds later to the sound of her stereo going off. Amy looked around in the dark. 'Man, I'm getting tired of this.' Amy thought getting up out of the bed and turning off the stereo.

"Whoever you are could you please just quit bothering me or at least just let me go to sleep at night without getting a heart attack." Amy said into the air as she got back into the bed. The radio came back on. "Dang it' Amy said getting back up to turn it off again.

"Please don't." Amy's heart sunk. She turned around to see the man again. Amy's first reaction was to run. She took off for the front door. "Wait! I won't hurt you." Amy stopped and faced him again. "You can see me."

"Yeess." Amy stuttered beginning to shake from fear.

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you."

"I know. It's just that not everyday I talk to a…"

"You can say it, a ghost." He said chuckling.

"Um…what's your name?" Amy said walking back to her bedroom still facing him. She made sure her back was against the wall and she made sure he was always in front of her. Her bedroom was the only place she had furniture to sit down on and so she went there quickly because she really needed to sit down.

"It's A.J." He said following her.

"Uh what are you doing here? Like shouldn't you be somewhere else. Like heaven or something?" Amy said slowly sitting on the bed.

"Yeah but I can't leave."

"Why? I'm sorry you don't have to answer that. I must be asking a lot of questions. I'm just a little curious."

"No it's ok. Well it was this fan. I got killed by a fan."

"Huh? That's like not the average way someone dies. Aren't fans supposed to love you and do anything for you? I don't think killing your idol is part of the requirement of a fan."

"I didn't think so either but this fan or crazed stalker decided that if she couldn't have me no one would. It was here that I died. The guys I was in a group with and of course me were hanging out here with my girlfriend. This is where she lived at the time. Well somehow the fan got in and shot my girlfriend and I. My girlfriend lived but I didn't." A.J. looked down beginning to weep. "I never got to say goodbye to my mom, my girlfriend, or my group mates who were like my brothers. They never came back here. Never anywhere near here. Brian did once but when I showed myself to him…he took off and I never saw him or any of them again." Amy loosened up finally trusting him.

"A.J. you've been here for ten years haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't you let anyone live here. The lady said no one would stay here longer than a month. I mean wouldn't you want someone to help you? Why scare them away?"

"I never did anything to them. I didn't mean to scare them either. All I did was try to make contact with them like I did with you but they always would leave."

"Well A.J. the whole singing around the apartment, breaking my things, appearing then disappearing thing isn't to helpful when your trying not to scare someone."

"Hey I love to sing it was my life when I was alive. And about the vanishing thing it's hard for me to stay visible unless the person wants to see me. Oh yeah…sorry about the figurine. I was only looking at it and it slipped out of my hands."

"That's ok."

"I feel really bad. I heard about you getting it for your birthday."

"It's really ok. Don't worry about it."

"Your different. Not like all the other people."

"What do you mean?" Amy asked.

"Your forgiving and you give everything a try even if it's not normal. Like you're dancing and talking to me right now. Normal people get a nine to five job or go to college. You leave everything you've ever known to dance in unfamiliar town for people you can't trust. You're talking to me when people for the past ten years have found out about me and hit the door. I'd say you're different in a special way."

"Well thank you…I guess." Amy said smiling.

"I'll let you get some sleep."

"Thanks I'll need it." Amy said crawling under the covers. A.J. tucked her in and turned off the light.

"Goodnight. See you in the morning." Amy closed her eyes and listened to him singing. His voice put her to sleep that night.