Stacie walked onto the stage, her heels clicking. She stood in the formation, hating the fact that they had had no time to eat before they walked on stage. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Aubrey didn't like anyone eating before the performances. But with the medicine she was on, it could end up being a bad thing.

Dizzy. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt the stage spin, felt the ground like jello under her feet. Felt herself falling. And then, darkness.

seems to me the Bellas have bad luck performing John" Gail Abernathy said, turning to John,in the announcers booth.

"I think you're right Gail. This goes to show that women have NO place in the prestigious world of competitive a cappella. They ought to stick with the sewing circle."

"Stacie! Wake up! Right now!" Stacie's eyes opened to see Aubrey's face inches away from her own. She blinked, then realized where they were. On the stage, at Garfield hall, at the city competition.

"Aubrey-" Stacie reached for Aubrey's hand, her head buzzing, Aubrey's face swaying in and out of her vision. "Aubrey...help..me-" She said, her voice weak. She felt a calming, cool hand on her shoulder, saw Chloe kneeling beside her on the stage. "Chloe-water-" she whispered.

"Get. Up." Aubrey snarled. "Get the Hell on your feet before I drag you!" Aubrey hissed, angrier than Stacie had ever seen her.

"Aubrey, give it a rest. She passed out. She could be hurt. You can't just expect her to-" Cynthia Rose protested, offering Stacie a hand, which she grudgingly accepted.

"We lost."Aubrey's voice was angry. "You. Lost. You. Stacie Conrad, lost our competition. " Her tone was deadly as they got on the bus. "She sits in back." Aubrey growled. "Alone."

Stacie lowered her head, refusing to cry until she hid herself from prying eyes. She stole a pleading glance at Aubrey, "I didn't mean to. I-I'm sorry-" She said softly. Her heart broke at Aubrey's rigid, unfeeling expression.

She lay in the seat, her head still swimming, every bump of the road sending searing pain through her head. She gripped the seat rest, knowing she'd soon have to take her lunch medicine, and she hadn't even had breakfast. Her stomach growled at the smell of the breakfast Aubrey had bought the others.

"Stacie-" She looked up, and saw Cynthia Rose beside her, taking advantage of Aubrey's nap to hand her a breakfast burrito. "Are you ok? Need anything?" She pulled a blanket over Stacie's shoulders, and ran a hand through her hair. "You ok? What happened back there?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. Really. I know it looks bad, but I promise I'm fine-" she said hastily. "Just didn't eat breakfast. Didn't have time." She sighed. "Will she get over it?"

"Who?AlphaBitch?" Cynthia Rose laughed. " I don't know. But that was cold, not buying you breakfast. That's why I got two." She smiled. "Why do you care what she thinks anyway?"

Stacie sighed. "I...just...don't want her to be angry at me." She saw Cynthia Rose's eyes widen.

"You like her, don't you?" She smirked. "I don't blame you. I'll help you get her, if you want-"

"Sure. The first thing I have to do is get her not mad at me." Stacie sighed, finishing the burrito, then reaching in her purse for the unmarked pill bottle.

"What's that?" Cynthia Rose asked, softly.

"Asprin. Just Asprin." Stacie lied easily.