So, I redid this chapter. I know that people have at least looked at the old one and I hope they look at this one, too. Im writing this story kinda like an exercise so this may not be the last chapter change. I was trying to do some experimenting with different types of POV and well, I'm done with that for the moment. If you think it was better one way or the other, awesome. Still not holding out for reviews, but if you like the story or have problems with it's construction, message me.

Again, I don't own VicTORious.

A slow melody drifts up to the rafters and out to where the audience would be sitting in a week's time. The hustle and bustle of opening up the club after it had been closed for the holidays goes on while the performers rehearse on stage. A man and a woman, both in their late twenties or early thirties, have been here for about two hours, going from dancing with each other while wearing head microphones, to sitting on stools with guitars crooning or performing with a few other musicians as a small band. Currently, it was only the man playing the piano while the woman sitting on top of it harmonizes with the notes of the keys. BUZZ BUZZ

The piano stops playing and Andre speaks knowing that his partner is texting, again. "Who is that?" First she had to text the choreographer because she messed up the steps, then she texted Jade to make sure she got the restaurant for dinner right, then Sinjin texted her to check up on the club workers, Then she texted Beck's phone to see if she could catch Jade lying. And a few minutes ago it was Rob telling her that he would be late. Which would only leave …

"It's uh, Cat. She must be asking about the wardrobe or something" Tori says. A sucky excuse or a bad lie, either way, it must be important if she is willing to waste their rehearsal time at the venue. But she was sitting there like she was waiting for permission, holding her phone, not doing anything. "Well go ahead so we can go back to rehearsal." he says turning the sheet music without bothering to look at her like he has the past few times.

When Tori finally let go of her phone, Andre started the intro to the song. It was their song, probably the favorite part of the act, "Tell Me That You Love Me". Leaning into the keys and microphone so he could sing and play louder, he tried once more to get his partner's attention. Andre was really frustrated with Tori today because it seemed like he was the only one taking THEIR show seriously. He thought a month ago, when they first got the gig and started putting everything together that she just might care about this show more than him. She was the one who always wanted to perform, the one vying for the lead role in school and the only one telling their clients not only how to sing the songs she wrote but how to perform them. Now don't get him wrong, he found composing and writing more enjoyable than performing, but he didn't get to where he was in his career today by not taking his work seriously. He was really trying to hold back because she seemed a little out of it; she doesn't look like she's been sleeping or eating and he doesn't know what to do. Thinking they were best friends, he's waited for her to open up a little so they could talk about whatever is bothering her. Usually he was able to coax it out of her with a joke or something that made her lighten up a little. But she would say everything was all good and fine in those instances, so he brushed it aside, thinking they would get back to rehearsing for the show.

"Vega! ANSWER your PHONE" Andre says in a low frustrated tone from the piano bench while running his hands over his face making her jump a little and slide off the piano.

"Sorry" she says quickly tapping the screen and walking to the edge of the stage, jumping off of the piano "Victoria, what's wrong? Your text said it was an emergency but I didn't-" Andre heard the frantic voice before the speaker phone was cut off. Something was wrong and she wasn't going to tell him what. Andre was still sitting there with a frown on his when she took a quick glance over her shoulder at him and went back to whisper yelling on the phone. Andre could tell by the way her shoulders tensed up that she was getting upset and went to go see what the problem was but stopped when she yelled.

"I didn't say it was an emergency!" At that point he was close enough to hear her conversation better. "Look I need to come see you. I can't talk to you about this over the phone. I'll be over there in twenty, bye." She turned around and he knew that she could see the concern on his face just as he could see the tinge of pink in her face from whatever was said to make her so flustered.

"Tori," he began quietly, "Is everything okay?" seeing her face crumple a tiny bit before stretching it into a smile before she answered his question.

"Yeah that was, that was um, JJ. Sinjin called JJ about the contract and I have it in my lock box so I have to go drop it at the office." She said without looking him directly in the eye, making her way to move around him and go back stage, but stopped when she felt a large hand on her forearm. She turned around, locking eyes with Andre, quickly inhaling as if she was going to choke or something. Before she could throw out another lie he pulled her into a hug and brought his lips close to her ear. He felt her tense up a little but pushed forward with his message anyway. "I don't know whats going on or what is bothering you, but I do want you to know, that I am your best friend and I love you." He said releasing her from the hug but not letting her go completely. He made eye contact with her again and saw hers tearing up. "I'm here for you no matter what. My door is always open. Now go ahead, get out of here." And with that, she hurried through the service entrance and left Andre on stage with a piano, some lighting technicians and not an inkling of what he should do now.