"Morning, Damian." Tori McGregor, George's niece, said, when Damian and his siblings walked in.

"Hey." He said, hugging her.

"How you holding up?" she asked, Nicola's from Damian.

"Been better." He said, walking into the dressing room.

Tori set Nicola down on the edge of the stage and ran after Damian.

She caught up with Damian who was half way to the dressing room, and slid her hand into his.

"You wanna talk?" she asked.

"Not right now." He said, squeezing her hand.

"You need, hunny." She said, trying to keep up with his big steps.

"Not now, I don't." he said, walking into the dressing room.

"But you do have to sometime." She said, as he dropped her hand.

"But, I don't have to now." He said, dropping his backpack on the bench and pulling his coat off.

He tossed it on top of his backpack and walked out with everyone else.

"Damian," she sighed, and followed him.

"Well, now down to business since everyone is here." Sharon said, as Damian walked onto the stage.

Damian looked up and sat down.

"Tour starts in two weeks, first concert is in Caledonia." Sharon said.

Damian smiled; he's always loved Caledonia.

"We're going to be doing things a little differently this tour because…" Sharon hesitated.

"Because my parents are dead and I have to take them with me. Got it. Are we gonna be on the same bus? Cause that one had enough extra bunks for the five of them. Or are we gonna be on a different bus? Or are we just gonna get another bus? I mean, what's one more vehicle on the list, we already have like—"

"Damian!" Keith yelled.

Damian shut up.

"We're going to be on the same bus. We own it. And no more sticking your gum on over your bunk, Damian. It took days to scrape it all off." Sharon glared at him with a smile on her face.

"I was working on making a dog picture. We should get a dog." He said, to no one.

"We need to get him on some medication for that." Keith said.

"I'm sorry. What?" he said.

"Did you sleep at all last night, Damian?" George asked.

Damian stole a quick glance at Nathan; he was sitting on the stairs away from the stage, playing his guitar.

"No." he said still looking at Nathan.

George looked at when Damian was looking and nodded.

"The tour will be pretty long, as usual. We're going around Ireland, Scotland and England a little. A few stops in Canada. Mainly America. You'll be performing in the St. Patrick's Day parade again, this year."

Damian raised his hand. Sharon nodded at him. He didn't say anything.

"Damian?" she said.

"My kilt's too short. I got taller, lost weight and gained muscle since our last…whatever." He said.

"We an get you a new one." She said.

"He no longer has those pinch-able chipmunk cheeks." Keith teased grabbing one of Damian's cheeks.

"Stop." Damian smiled, smacking Keith's hand away.