Adam Levine, Jesse Carmichael, Mickey Madden, James Valentine, and Ryan Dusick were seriously enjoying their night off. They were members of the band Maroon 5 and, due to their busy schedule, free nights were rare. Their tour bus had arrived in Los Angeles early that morning, and the guys had been told that after a short photo op, there was nothing else scheduled for the day. So the five had gone to an L.A. hotspot for a night of drinks and good times.
    "To our first night off in I don't know how long," said James, raising his glass.
    "To a night off," they had all said, clinking frosty glasses and drinking from them.
    "It's been quite a week, hasn't it?" Jesse asked, particularly thinking of the endless interviews and the concerts that had consumed their nights. Not that that was a bad thing.
    "I'm just glad it's the weekend and we can enjoy ourselves for once," said Mickey, scanning the room.
    "Go have your fun, Mickey, we'll be keeping an eye on your drink," Adam said with a laugh.
    "Suit yourselves," answered Mickey as he got up from the table.
    After he left, the table stayed relatively quiet until the crowds of people came up to the band, wanting photos or autographs and often both. Who could blame them? Maroon 5 were the hot group of the moment, and judging by their talent, many believed they were there to stay.
    "There you are," Jesse said as he signed another autograph for a fan. When the number of people relatively dwindled, he said, "Never gets tiring, does it?"
    "Not really," Adam replied, enjoying the attention. "Ryan, how's your shoulder?"
    "Autographs don't bother me," said Ryan and took another sip of his drink.
    Adam's cell phone rang and it caught the table off-guard. Even Mickey, who had rejoined the party, was silent. Just that same week, Adam had gotten a phone call from Jane, the muse for the band's album and his estranged ex. He had been rather busy during the latter part of the week, but that hadn't stopped him from being uneasy whenever he got a call.
    "Aren't you gonna answer it?" James asked at last.
    Adam did. "Hello?"
    The person on the other end had hung up on him.
    "Who was it?" Ryan asked as Adam put the phone down on the table, looking even more unnerved.
    "Blocked number," Adam said above the increasingly loud music. He was hoping that the blocked number didn't turn out to be a certain ex-girlfriend, but he kept that to himself. After a few moments had passed and the topic of conversation had shifted Adam said, "I think I'm going to get some fresh air. It's not often that I get to walk the streets of L.A."
    Jesse, Mickey, Ryan, and James told him to go ahead, more interested in their discussion of recent events than whether Adam took a stroll or not.
    Adam ambled along the streets of his favorite city alone, as Kelly was busy doing something else. But he didn't mind because the summer air was warm but inviting, and he rarely got time to think by himself anyhow. In fact, breathing by himself was a luxury now almost foreign to him, but no one said that fame and fortune came without a price. And to Adam, it was a hardly mentionable one at that.
    Two giggly, anxious teenagers approached him and Adam knew instantly that they knew of his identity. He was kind to his fans, all the guys were, but it was Adam who especially enjoyed the attention. So he happily consented to sign autographs for the pair.
    "We love your music," one of the girls said as he signed a sheet of paper for her.
    "Thanks. And we love having the support of all our fans." As Adam said the last word, he saw a familiar figure on the other side of the street. One that seemed to beckon him over, grabbing his attention and not letting it go. He knew better than that. "There you are," he said after signing an autograph for the other girl. "Listen, I gotta run but it was nice meeting you both. Come see us in concert sometime." His words were rushed, his body longing to run after the siren that stood across the street.
    "We will," the two girls chanted in unison as they watched him walk away.
    He moved only fairly briskly at first, then Adam sprinted all-out, his legs and brain both totally focused on finding that woman. He barely knew what he was doing; dodging in and out of congested night traffic without a care, but Adam seemed to be on autopilot. He was transfixed on one purpose: finding Jane.
    Adam knew that it had to be Jane; there was no one else that the surely red-headed, shadowy figure could be. He could barely see it at first, but as he ran it became clearer that Jane was playing hard to get, always several feet ahead of him but still uncatchable. "Wait!" he yelled to her as he swerved around slow-moving couples.
    At the end of the block, he could no longer see Jane running from him, though Adam looked all around him. He panted and stopped, telling himself that what he had seen was not really there, that what he thought was Jane was merely a mirage. His watch told him that he'd been running for at least half an hour, but Adam seemed to believe that was not so. He had been so close to finding her and now he walked back to find his bandmates, left with only an image in his head of Jane, her eyes hypnotizing him.