"She had to do the summit for her future, what future is in chasing a band around!" Harold Weir shouts in the small hospital room. He leans against a doorway next to Jane, both of them look exhausted the five-hour flight was really taxing.

"Alright, I think we can wait till she wakes up to tell us what she was thinking..." Mr. Rosso

She lay in her bed listening to the conversations going on around her instead of opening her eyes. It was much easier to lay there in quiet and have everyone think she was asleep than let them know that she was awake.

"No. She doesn't have an opportunity to tell us what she was thinking." Harold says looking at the room filled with Lindsay's friends.

"Maybe if she hadn't gotten invited to the summit she might not have wound up here." Kim Sighs exasperatedly, feeling a bit more agitated than usual.

"She lied to everyone Kim, a lot of us were worried sick when we got that call!" Nick responds leaning against the other side of the room.

"I'm with the boy," Harold says.

"Oh please, he's only sucking up because he still loves Lindsay," Kim says sitting in the chair wrapping her jacket around her stomach

"Can we all take a second? We are all here to care for Linsday, Maybe Mr. Rosso is right" Jane says looking at all the frustrated faces

"that's NOT why I'm saying that Kim. You're just hurt cause Daniel isn't here." Nick sits in the other chair across from the bed.

"oh that's low Nick and NOT true at all," Kim mumbles - knowing that is indeed part why she's so mad.

"Calm down everyone, let's rap this out as friends and family," Mr. Rosso says looking at everyone in the room, hoping that all the egos calm down. "She has to be up any minute now"

"Wait, Mr. Rosso, what are you doing here?" Kim asks looking at her guidance counselor.

"I have family who lives in California and some of us decided to go to the show together while I'm on summer vacation. to relive our youths," he says running a hand down his face.

"I have family who lives in California and some of us decided to go to the show together while I'm on summer vacation. to relive our youths I just never thought I would run into two of my students."

Lindsay stirs in her bed, they all stop talking.

Shit. I shouldn't have done that.

"Lindsay? Honey?" Jane asks approaching her daughter's bed and putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "We all just want to talk,

"No, you don't get to talk at all. We get to talk. Believe me, you are in so much trouble." Harold says

She tries not to make another move but she can't, feeling thirsty she reaches over to grab the cup of water that's by her bedside table.

"Harold!" Jane remarks

"Lindsay everyone here wants to know what happened to being at the summit, we aren't trying to judge or be mad..." Mr. Rosso says trying to remain calm.

The water tastes so good, it's the most refreshing thing she's had all week, it tastes good on her tongue the ice feels just right.

She sits up, finally looking at everyone in the eye.

I just... couldn't do that." She says, she looks as tired if not more tired than anyone else in the room. Her mother nods, trying to be understanding. Harold still sulks, while he thinks of his punishment that she'll face when she gets home.

"Why?" Mr. Rosso asks "That was one of the best opportunities that anyone could have gotten at your age. There are many times to follow a band around."

Lindsay takes another drink of water.

It wasn't me, It's not who I am." She says

"We don't know who you are anymore Lindsay." Harold says "We're so ashamed. what are we going to tell everyone? Our daughter, the drug-addicted didn't go to the summit so she could smoke pot and do drugs in different cities."

"Harold, enough, for now, let her speak," Jane says.

"Lindsay we were just so worried," Nick says "I'd often feel the nerves that your parents felt when I worked at the store, your dad was so tense."

Kim rolls her eyes "Yeah right."

"Kim now's not the time," Mr. Rosso says.

"I just wanted to have a taste of freedom my whole life till now has been academics," Lindsay says looking now out the window at the view of the palm trees.

"Well you got it and you're never getting it again," Harold says. "I'm going to get some coffee we'll deal with this later." Jane gives her daughter an understanding nod and follows her husband.

The room is tense with Mr. Rosso and the three friends.