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Date Posted: 19:02:47 11/14/02 Thu
Author: margarette tiu
Subject: 21- A LOVE STORY OF MARGARETTE TIU

Margarette didn’t know that her 21st birthday would have that big of an impact on her life. She was visiting her family in the States, apparently, the legal drinking age was 21 there. So naturally her cousins took her to a bar for her first legal drink in the States.
“What will it be for you tonight?” The bar tender asked.
“Guinness.” Margarette said.
Her cousin laughed.
“That’s how you can tell you’re from Ireland! Speak with the accent, and never drink cheap beer.”
Margarette nodded her head and took a huge swig of beer.

Across the bar, in the VIP area, Nicholas Byrne watched a young woman, with black hair and brown eyes sip her beer and laugh at what must have been a good joke.

“Oy, Nicky , go talk to her! She looks like she’s just friends with the guy she’s sitting next to.” Bryan said to his friend.

Nicholas Byrne downed his shot of Vodka and made his way to the bar.
“Guinness stout.” He said to the bartender.
He casually leaned over the bar.
Margarette turned her head. The voice sounded familiar. She almost spit out the beer she had just taken into her mouth when she saw who it was.
Nicholas Byrne glanced her way. “Don’t choke now.” He said with a laugh.
Margarette smiled. “Went down the wrong tube.”
“You’re from Ireland?” Nicholas Byrne asked her.
“Yeah, Killarney. Live there my whole life. Where ‘bout are you from?”
“Dublin. What brings you to the States?” Nicholas Byrne asked after taking a sip of his beer.
“Well, I was born in California, but we moved to Killarney when I was one because they were sick of the politics.”
Bryan walked up. “Hey Nicky , we’ve got to get going.”
Nicholas Byrne turned to Margarette . “um, can I get your number, so I can maybe call you....?”
Margarette hesitated. “Well, lets think about it. You are a famous pop star. I’m a girl from Killarney. You probably don’t have the room in your expensive mobile phone for my number.” She said with a smile.
“Well, how about this. I’ll give you the number to the worst, most devious reporter in the whole of the UK. If I don’t call you within, lets say. a week, then you can call her and tell her all about how much I like to party while I’m in America.”
She thought about it for a few seconds. “OK, why not.”
Margarette gave him her mobile number and watched him walk from the bar.
“We’ll see.”

* * * * * * *

Strapless, white pearls, Yards of white satin. It was four years later. Nicholas Byrne had called Margarette . After she had gone back to Ireland, Nicholas Byrne called her everyday, sent her tickets and backstage passes to every show near Killarney. Margarette even toured with the group for a couple months.
Margarette pulled at her veil. She had found her wedding dress at a little boutique in Dublin.

*Flashback*

“We’re going on a scavenger hunt.” Nicholas Byrne said to Margarette .
She laughed. “What?”
“A scavenger hunt! Come on, It’ll be fun!”
She shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
The first clue had said “I’m hot, I’m cold, I’ll blow you away.”
Margarette was puzzled for a second.
“A blow dryer?”
Nicholas Byrne raised his eyebrows. “maybe.”
Margarette hurried to the bathroom in the house the two of them shared.
There were two envelopes taped to the mirror. One was pink, one was blue. The pink one had a message written on it saying. “Open the pink ones for the next clue, wait till the end to open the blue ones”.
The second one had led them to the bedroom, the third to Bryan ’s house, and the fourth to Bleeding Murphy’s. The Pub where they had shared their first kiss.
Everyone was there. The rest of Westlife, A1, Ronan, and Nicholas Byrne and Margarette ’s families.
“What’s this?” She asked, a grin playing on her lips.
“Oh, it’s nothing. We just decided to come for a drink.” Ronan said, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably.
Margarette raised her eyebrows. “Then why do you have a video camera?”
“Oh, uhhh...... I was just..... Taping Ben! Because he, uh, wants to... sing?” Ronan racked his brains, trying to come up with a excuse.
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you assemble the clues in the blue envelopes?” Nicholas Byrne said to Margarette .
“Sure. You don’t want to help?” She asked.
“I’m going to get us some drinks.” He said. He kissed her forehead and walked towards the bar.
Margarette pulled the envelopes out of her purse and assembled them upside in order like the instructions said.
She flipped over the first one.
Will
She flipped the second one.
You
Margarette ’s heart skipped a beat. She paused.
Could it be?
She looked up. Ronan's camera was trained on her face.
She dropped her Purse to the floor and flipped the last two over at the same time.
Marry Me?
Margarette gasped. Her hands flew to her face and tears sprang to her eyes.
She spun around and was greeted by a very nervous Nicholas Byrne holding a small black box.
He dropped down on one knee and took her hand.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Well, supposedly, I cant coun't because I’m a pop star-” Bryan snickered and Ronan zoomed in. “-But I can count on a few things. That you will bring the best out of me, that I can count on you to support me in anything I do and I can count on you to love me unconditionally. And you never let me down.”
Margarette let out a small sob.
“There are things that you can count on as well-” Nicholas Byrne continued. “- That I will love you. That I will support you through everything and that I will be the happiest man in the world, if you would grant me the honor, of becoming my wife.”
Margarette ’s should shook and tears of happiness ran down her face.
She pulled Nicholas Byrne from his knees and kissed him fully on the mouth.
“Is that a yes?!?” Ronan asked, the camera a foot away from the two.
Margarette looked Nicholas Byrne in the eyes.
“Yes. That’s a yes, Yes, YES!”
The group cheered, and the celebrated into the night.

Present Time.

“Ready Marge ?” Margarette ’s father stood at the doorway, waiting to walk her down the aisle.
Margarette smiled, nodded, and walked out the door with her father.
Pachabel’s Canon in D was just ending. Smashing Pumpkins Melancholy and the Infinite Sadness started up. She held her bouquet and linked her arm through her fathers.
Nicholas Byrne stood waiting for her at the end of the aisle.
His smile lit up the church. And they started a new life, together..

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