A/N: I'm spoiling you... keep the kleenex handy!

EPOV

"Let's take a break for lunch and come back in an hour and half," stated Jasper. Everyone groaned in relief. We had been practicing for several hours for an upcoming show. It was the same show that Peter Graves was scheduled to come see us play. We were all feeling the pressure of the possibility that show held. It could be our big break.

We had sent demos to several labels, but never got replies. So the first album we put out was done by us and it was by some weird twist of fate and miracle that our local station played the single, Little Beauty. That was six months ago and shortly after that, Jasper contacted us asking to be our manager.

He was just like us, starting out in the music scene, and liked our sound. He also had a knack for getting us gigs. He always seemed to know someone who knew someone and capitalized on it. For the last four months we have been playing three to five gigs a week. We had a nice local following, but we wanted more.

Garrett, our drummer, came outside with me where I lit a smoke and took a deep drag. I closed my eyes as the nicotine coursed through my body. It brought with it minute relief.

"We sounded good, don't you think?" He took a drag from his cigarette as he waited for my answer.

"Yeah, we did. Although, I'd like to work the new stuff after lunch. Maybe we can polish a few songs to play them at the show. Give Peter something to really think about as he watches us."

Garrett nodded his head. With one last drag, he snuffed out his smoke. "Want some pizza for lunch?"

I shook my head. "No, think I'm going to write for a bit. Got stuff floating in my head."

He smiled and walked off. As I crushed my smoke and walked back into the room, Alice, our bassist, walked out arm and arm with Jasper. "We are headed to pick up burritos, want to join us?"

I smiled at them both and shook my head. "No thanks, going to write." They smiled at me and continued on their way.

They had only been a couple for the last few weeks, after tiptoeing around each other for months. Garrett and I were fine with it as long as it didn't affect the band. It was easy to see that they cared about each other.

As I started to strum my guitar, my eyes caught the ink on my wrist, the one I usually covered up. It wasn't that I was ashamed of the ink, it was just very personal to me. It was my first and it meant more to me than any other I had done.

With my thumb I traced the stylized letters IMS. Seeing how happy Jazz and Alice were made me long for my own happiness. Problem was, I didn't know where she was.

A/N: *sniff* How are you doing? Leave me some love?