On the East Coast, Bret was tying his ring boots before his promo with the Hart Foundation. He saw himself quivering.

I hate talking in front of that camera.

He heard a knock on the door, "Come in."

"Mr. Hart. Jim and Jimmy are waiting for you outside."

Grabbing his jacket, he went to the hall.

"You ready man," Jim said hitting him on the back.

"I guess,"

"I know you're always nervous so your main man Jimmy has come up with a solution," he said pulling out these pink glossy shades out of his pocket.

Bret smirked, "That'll do Jimmy. That will do.

Five weeks following their run-in, both appeared to have forgotten about it. With Bret's rising career, he is now one of the "good guys" in the wrestling corporation. Turning face also meant taking on the nickname "The Pink and Black Attack" and a continuous feud with The British Bulldogs and the Killer Bees. Lori, on the other hand, is having success as the new regular act at the trendiest club in Chicago, Marti's.

"I'm nervous," Lori said as Angela does her make-up.

"You'll do fine." She insured her.

"Angie, I am not a singer. I just need to money. Plus, I've been feeling sick all week. I just hope I don't' throw up out there."

"Just don't think about it." Angela said finishing her lips. "Ok, stand up. Let me look at you."

Standing up and looking in the mirror, "I look,"

"Gorgeous." A voice said.

"Tina! You made it!" Lori said running up to her and giving her a hug.

"This is my best friend Angie. Angie this is my big sister, Tina."

Angela and Tina shook hands. "It's finally nice to meet you."

"You guys really think I look good." Lori asked them.

"Yes." They said in unison.

"Miss Taylor, five minutes." club worker said.

"Alright thanks."

"This is it," Tina said.

Walking to the stage, Lori was on edge.

The crowd clapped as Angela and Tina screamed when she got on stage.

"Alright, how is everyone doing tonight?" Lori said.

"Good. Good. Well I'm Lori and I will be the new singer here a Marti's so sit back, order some drinks and dance as I sing a classic, 'Fever'."

The bass guitar and drums began the opening notes, "Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that is so hard to bear. You give me fever." Lori sung extremely sultry.

"Fever, till you sizzle. What a lovely way to burn. Oh, what a lovely way to burn!" Lori bowed as the audience applauded.

"Thank you!" Lori shouted.

Unexpectedly, she felt a razor-sharp pain in her belly as if she was about to gag.

"Well, uh. We are going to take a ten-minute break. Enjoy this incredible band here tonight." Lori hurried to the restroom. Tina and Angela soon followed.

"Lo, are you okay?" Tina asked.

Instead of an answer, she got the sound of her throwing up.

"She's been like this all week," Angela told Tina.

"Sis, have you missed your period?"

"I don't, ugh." Lori paused to go throw up yet again.

"I'll take that as a yes." Tina said.

Lori finally came out of the stall. "What did you ask me?"

"Listen Lori. When was the last time you had your period?" Tina asked

"Tina, don't talk to me like I am a child." Lori said getting a paper towel to wipe her mouth.

"Just answer the question Lori."

"I don't know okay!" Lori yelled. "It has been a while."

"Do you think your…" Angela asked.

Lori laughed, "Your funny Angie."

Through the mirror she saw Tina's unhappy facial expression, "I am not pregnant."

"Well, just to make sure, after the show we are going to buy a test."

Beginning to get annoyed, Lori agreed and headed back on stage to finish her set.

The context of the "Fever" song belongs to Eddie Cooley and John Davemport.