Author's Note: This is the same story as before only different names, My old one got deleted, and I hadn't updated it in a while, so here is the new 'cleaner' version. It abides by the rules. So I've been wanting to do a Connect Three Fan Fic for the longest time but I had no idea where to put it. Sorry this one is so short, this was just to check if I had a place to put it. The next chapter should be up very VERY soon. Please rate and review!

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[Btw] I am in no way a Shane (Joe) hater. When I reread this it kinda came off that way so don't worry. I'm not haha.

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A pair of chocolate eyes gazed put the steamy window. The only thing visible was the ominous orange glow of the lamppost outside, standing alone in the deserted concert hall parking lot. It was late winter, almost Christmas to be exact, and his heart couldn't be any less joyous. Granted he was appreciating ever-single second of his life on tour. The lights, the camera, the fans. Nate Jonas wasn't one to ever be ungrateful, but he was a normal teenage boy, he was aloud to have doubts wasn't he? His callused hands slid across the neck of his old acoustic guitar causing it the ring an awkward sound.

"Can't you put that down for two seconds," a voice grumbled, muffled by the navy blue pillow shoved under his face.

The owner of the voice? Shane Jonas, middle brother, and far from questioning his being. He was all very content with his life, though a part of him yearned for what Nate wanted most as well.

It was about 5 am. Soon enough the first two cars should pull into the lot, despite the actual show starting at 7pm. Nate rolled his eyes at the tall boy sprawled face down on the couch. Normally they wouldn't be up this early, but, today was a big day.

Their past opening act bailed on them. That is, decided she couldn't handle the pressure of being on the road and dealing with Shane's outgoing personality and Nate's constant need for consistency. Nate blamed Shane.

So today, they meet their new opener, exciting right? Only thing was she would be arriving at 5. It was now 5:10.

"Dude, wake up first impressions are most important," the eldest brother suddenly appeared. Tossing a pillow at his cocky brother's head. Shane simply replied with a loud groan.

"You're right maybe it's best you don't talk to her, might scare her off like the last one," he smirked.

"I did not scare her off, stop saying that," he yawned loudly, rubbing the back of his left hand across his sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

"I definitely beg to differ," Jason dared, obviously just feeling like messing with his brother. At 5am…

There's only so much a 16 year-old can handle at 5 am. Erm...5:15 now. Getting up silently as his brothers continued to banter, though he wasn't sure you could call what Shane was doing bantering. It was more like, trying his hardest to defend himself when his brain was running on three hours of sleep, despite the fact he actually had 8.

Stepping outside into the chilly air Nate was instantly awoken. His dark brown eyes darted across the vast empty parking lot. Pulling the collar of his vintage grey-blue blazer closer to his neck, his curly head leaned up against the back of the bus. The loud purring of the radiator seemed to cancel out the sharp cold temperature as his eyes slowly started to droop a bit. Shane needing to make a good impression? Hah. This girl was already 20 minutes late, she's the one who needs to worry.