I know that the movie is actually based in the 80s, but I have updated to modern day for this imagine. It's a little shorter than the previous chapters for this imagine as I have to get back into the swing of writing this one. Note that there are mentions of previous attempted suicide.

Arthur quickly made his way back to the green room as the cheers for (Y/n) continued; he still had a job to do, and if he didn't do it properly he knew that Hoyt would find out and he would never hear the last of it.

"(Y/n), what is it with this guy?" Connor asked, as he followed her back into the green room, slamming the door behind him.

"How can you still care about this Arthur after all the shit you went through?" Connor said, sitting down next to her on the sofa, both seeming to not realise that someone else was in the room.

"It's not that I still care....... it's just that what happened affected me for so long that I had to write something. I've avoided the memories of that day for as long as I can and being back here has just reminded me of the friendship that we did have once." (Y/n) said, looking down at her hands.

"Friendship? Friendship? Are you kidding me? It was because of that bastard you did this." Connor said, grabbing hold of (Y/n)'s hands, turning them over to look at the wrists that were always covered by leather cuffs. Slowly he removed the straps that held to leather in place, revealing an old pink scar that spread from one side of her wrist to the other.

"That was all down to me, not Arthur." (Y/n) said, as Connor brushed his thumb lightly across the scar.

"If he hadn't said what he said that day would you have harmed yourself (Y/n)? Would you have sat in a hot bath and cut your wrists if Arthur had been a real friend? Would you have spent all that time in hospital recovering if Arthur had ever really cared about you?" Connor asked, pulling (Y/n) into his side as she began to cry.

Arthur couldn't believe his ears, suddenly bolting for the door as he felt a wave of nausea take over him; he had to get out of there, he couldn't listen to anymore.

As he stood in the washroom, the contents of his stomach gone, he stared in the mirror hating himself more than he ever had before. (Y/n) had tried to kill herself, she had tried to kill herself because of him. How could he tell her he cared now? How could he possibly make her his? How could he apologise after what he just heard? No matter what he said, nothing but nothing could make up for that.

Arthur made his way to the exit, he didn't care that the job wasn't finished, he didn't care that Hoyt would yell and scream at him when he went back to work, he had to get out, he had to vanish, to think.

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"Well someone made the headlines." Gary said, throwing down the paper on the vanity in front of Arthur.

Arthur had already seen the headlines, already read the article, and after the last couple of days he had had, he wasn't really in the mood to talk, but he knew that Gary would ask anyway.

"What the hell happened? Did you talk to her?" Gary asked, picking back up the paper and looking at the pictures.

Arthur already knew the headline word for word. "WHO IS (Y/N)'S MYSTERY MAN?"

The article spoke of how amazing the show had been, but the focus was on the last song that (Y/n) had sung, about who the mystery "friend" had been, and how he could have possibly broken her heart; but it wasn't only the local press that had picked up on it, the entertainment news had had it as one of the big stories for the last couple of days, and there seemed to be a sudden rush of paparazzi in town, trying to get any information they could about who this guy could be.

"I saw the song, they're talkin about it everywhere. Someone in the audience filmed the whole thing and uploaded it, it's creating quite a storm. Did you get a chance to talk to her?" Gary asked, jumping up on to one of the chairs next to Arthur.

Arthur remained silent, simply shaking his head as he continued to apply his white face paint.

"Well, I would say that she certainly has conflicting feelings about you, I'd say that she doesn't know whether she hates you or loves you." Gary said, as he brought up the footage of the song on his phone.

Arthur dropped his brush, once again listening to the song that (Y/n) had said was just for him, the song where she poured out her heart to the world, the song where she had told him just how she felt about him. He quickly brushed away a tear, watching as his previously pristine makeup smeared across his face.

"She tried to kill herself." Arthur blurted out, as Gary instantly turned off the song and stared up at him.

"That day, she got into the bath and cut her wrists; her parents must have found her, she's lucky she's alive." Arthur said, turning around to look at his friend.

"How can I make up for that? How could I talk to her after finding out about that?" Arthur asked, turning back to stare at himself in the mirror.

"It's best that she doesn't even know I'm alive, it's best that I just stay away." Arthur sighed, his eyes scanning over his features through the mirror.

"You do know that with all the publicity this thing is getting, that it won't be long before some paparazzi comes knocking on your door; they'll be all over you like a cheap suit." Gary told him, as Arthur spun around in his chair to look at the little man.

"They wouldn't, would they?" Arthur asked, his mind racing at the possibility of having photographers and journalists camped outside his apartment.

Before Gary could say anything in reply, Hoyt barged his way into the locker room.

"FLECK! WHERE ARE YOU?" He bellowed, as his eyes scanned the room looking for Arthur.

Arthur shuddered as Hoyt walked up to him, the irate mans every footfall seeming to shake the ground beneath him. Arthur knew this was coming, he knew that leaving the venue without a word was going to result in him being reprimanded, he just had to hope that it wasn't going to result in him getting fired.

"OFFICE. NOW!" Hoyt bellowed again, as Arthur rose from his chair tentatively, nervously walking past Hoyt as he made his way out of the locker room, Gary patting his arm reassuringly as he passed.

"What the hell do you think you were doing? Dark Night are some of the biggest clients we have ever had, and you go and try and screw it up for all of us." Hoyt growled, slamming the door behind him as he glared at a sheepish looking Arthur.

"I was reliably informed that you left before the night was out, that you bolted from the venue without a word. The manager wasn't happy, wasn't happy at all, and I had to spend all the next day trying to calm the situation; you better have a good excuse." Hoyt said, as he dropped himself into his chair across the desk from Arthur.

"I........er, I......." Arthur began, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to explain about what had caused him to leave the job. How could he explain to someone that the woman he had loved, still loved, had tried to kill herself because of something he had said so many years before, how could he explain that that woman was the lead singer of Dark Night?

"STOP! I don't want to listen to any of your pathetic excuses, you're just lucky that Dark Night's manager insists that they continue to use local workers, and you are even luckier that I don't have enough people to fill the number they need to help out on the music video that they are shooting, because if I did, then believe me you would be out. Now, tomorrow, you along with the others will report to the old Opera House in town, the video is being shot there. Be there at 7am, and if you're not, if you leave this job, then don't bother coming in the next day. Now get out." Hoyt told Arthur, Arthur stumbling to his feet as he made for the door, the ingress closing behind him with a thud.

Arthur leant against the wall, not sure whether the fact that he would be able to see (Y/n) was a blessing or a curse. Maybe it was karma's way of punishing him for what he had done, maybe the universe was giving him a way to make things up to (Y/n); but whatever the case, Arthur couldn't afford to lose his job so there was no other option than to turn up at the Opera House as instructed.

Slowly Arthur made his way back to the locker room, nearly falling into his chair in front of the mirror.

"Well. What happened?" Gary asked, as he came to Arthur's side, slightly concerned that all the colour seemed to have drained from his friend's face.

"We all have a job tomorrow, working on the music video for Dark Night." Arthur almost whispered, his mind racing as he half hoped that he would get the opportunity to speak to (Y/n) the other half hoping that he could just melt into the background and not be seen.

"That's good isn't it? I mean you might get to talk to her that way, get to say you're sorry, explain why you did what you did." Gary mused, as he furrowed his brow at Arthur's seemingly fearful expression.

"Yeah......its, its good." Arthur replied, trying to make himself believe that that was the case.