She didn't instantly recognize the tune he was playing, but after a moment, the familiarity of it came back to her - a song she'd always liked a lot and had heard on the radio time and again.  A few years old by now, but still a favorite.  It was "Everlong" by the Foo Fighters.

The tall blond man seemed so into playing the song, seemingly getting so much pleasure out of it that she couldn't help smiling.

Even as the redhead inched closer to the stage, Edge seemed totally unaware of her.  Actually, Lita was grateful for that.  She definitely didn't want this man to catch her staring at him.

She noted the intensity in his emerald-green eyes as he kept at his guitar playing, the intensity in his face.  And speaking of his face, Lita mentally acknowledged just how exceptionally handsome Edge was - she'd instantly noticed that when she'd met him earlier.  His strong jaw was set firmly as he concentrated fully on his guitar and the melodies he was creating with it.  She had to admit, he was very good - and, although she hated herself for it, she did feel a bit of a physical attraction toward the tall blond man.

Yuk! she thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust.  Why in hell would she feel an attraction toward this man?  He was such a jerk!  Then again, Batista, her longtime boyfriend, had turned out to be one as well.  Maybe she was just attracted to jerks...

Lita bit her lip as she thought about the real reason she was feeling the way she suddenly was - although he was a creep, Edge was gorgeous.  In fact, although she found Chris and Christian very good-looking, she thought he was the best-looking of her new bandmates.  She wondered what this Test guy she'd replaced looked like, and if he was also a hot blond like the other three.

She suddenly felt like a deer caught in headlights when, abruptly, Edge stopped playing his Flying V and looked directly at her.  Lita immediately felt her face burning, and she ducked her head, embarrassed that he'd caught her watching him.

Oh, great, she thought.  She guessed that a man like him would gloat over the fact that she'd been gazing at him so intently and that he'd never let her live it down.  She turned around and began to walk away.

"Lita!"

Too late... The redhead stopped in her tracks and reluctantly turned to face him.

She was surprised by what she saw in his face.  Instead of the smoldering arrogance she'd been expecting, his expression actually looked to be one full of humility.

The blond man placed his Gibson on a stand and strode her way.

"Hey," he said, and she was further surprised by the smile he was now offering her.  "I just wanted to say something to you..."

Rendered speechless for the moment, Amy's eyes widened slightly as she looked up into his face.

Edge ran his hand through his hair for a beat as though nervous.  Then, he looked her directly in the eye.

"I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for my rudeness toward you before..."

Lita's mouth nearly flew open as she was even more shocked.  Apparently, the blond man was full of surprises.  She couldn't believe it - but she hadn't been dreaming or hallucinating.  No - he really had just apologized to her.  She blinked as she stared blankly at him, and, after a moment, as Edge kept up the eye contact, she finally spoke.

Smirking, she asked, "Where'd you ever get the name 'Edge' from, anyway?"

Adam was taken aback by her question - it was so far removed from what she should have said.  Not knowing what to say at first, he merely shrugged.

"It's a cool name."  He arched a brow as he looked into her eyes seriously.

"I'll just bet you stole it from The Edge from U2..."  The redhead's smirk deepened, and she crossed her arms under her breasts as she continued to regard him.

"So what if I did?" Adam asked as he stared at her.  She was beginning to get on his nerves - yet again.  "For your information, yeah - I do happen to be a big fan of U2.  So??"  He spread his arms wide in a questioning gesture, as though challenging her, daring her to make a disparaging remark about the brilliant quartet from Ireland - or about his decision to dub himself after the band's guitarist.

"So nothing!" Lita exclaimed.  In truth, she thought 'Edge' was a very cool name, but she had no intention of telling him so.

The tall, handsome blond man stared at her for a moment, his expression gone angry.  "You know something?  You're unbelievable...No, scratch that - you're maddening!"

The redhead gaped at him with shock, her features hardening in annoyance.  Her arms remained crossed in an unconsciously hostile gesture, and she cocked her head to one side as he continued.

"Here, I just apologized - I was big enough to do that and even admit I was a rude jerk at that - and you don't even have the decency to accept my apology."  What a bitch... he thought, but he didn't dare verbalize that part.

The redhead continued to glare daggers into him for a beat, and then, finally, she exhaled a breath, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Okay, fine...You're right - this time.  I accept your apology."

Edge actually managed a small trace of a smile, and he outstretched his hand to her.

Amy blinked in surprise, her lips parting as she glanced down at the blond man's hand.  Wow... He was not only smiling - he was even offering to shake her hand.  Amazing...

The redhead put her hand out, wondering if there would be some sort of catch as she did so.  Then, as her hand touched his, the Canadian's hand firm and warm on hers, Lita finally smiled.

"Truce?" Edge asked.

She nodded.  "Truce."

Adam's smile brightened and broadened into a grin, and the redheaded guitarist actually felt herself melting.  She felt as though she were in the Twilight Zone...

Maybe Edge wasn't quite as big a jerk as she'd originally thought.