The interview on Good Morning Denver went well. Cartman stayed in his place this time. We performed one song from our current album and two of our biggest hits we knew the fans would want to hear. Stan was happy with how things went today so he was in a great mood. Ike met up with us. Got to have lunch with my parents, I visited Stan's parents. They were happy to see me but Randy seemed to show concern for if we would continue making money without Cartman. I wish he would not put so much pressure on Stan to make money. I think this is the main reason he is so driven to keep this group going.

Today has been a long ass day and I am very tired but we are getting ready for our meet and greet. At least it is only an hour. The table is set up just inside the stadium entrance so we are not outside in the sun. The people coming to meet us today will have to go through the stadium security and that makes me feel better. We have body guards stationed to beside each of us and on the outside of the table. The fans just walk down the table and we sign. I wish we could have preassigned but Tyrell said this would make more of impact for fans and they will have a few seconds to say whatever it is they want to us.

Thus far it is a lot of love and support. Cartmen is first in line, me, Stan, and then Kenny. I hope Kenny does nothing stupid with him being at the end of the line. I am signing and listening to fan when I hear a familiar voice. I look over at Cartman and I see Wendy. She has a little girl with her. Cartman actually gives her a hug sending some of the fans in line into a frenzy. All I can think about how is Stan going to take this. Wendy finally moves down to me.

"Hi Kyle, you look great!" she hands me the photo to sign. I am too busy staring at the little girl. She has Wendy's eyes, Token's noise and curly hair. She is grinning at me.

"Thank you, and who is this lovely little lady?"

"My name is Jamie!"

"Well Jamie, it is nice to meet you. Did you know me and your mom went to school together?" She giggled sweetly. God, she has me wanting kids but I am way too young for that.

"Yes" she exclaimed. "I am one of the few kids who get to say mommy and daddy know Fingerbang." Wendy laughs at her daughter as do I.

"Thanks Kyle. Let me know if you ever want to do dinner with Token and I." She walks over to Stan. I take a quick look at him and I could see him holding back his emotions. I don't want to be rude so I turn to the fan in front of me. I feel bad because I can't even focus on what she is saying.

"Your my favorite!" I hear Jamie tell Stan. It warms my heart to know Stan is favorite. Totally irony seeing how she use to date Stan. I could see Stan taking a picture with her for Wendy's phone. She thanked Stan and went on to Kenny. Stan eyes connected with mine and I saw the hurt in them before we both turned away.

I see a pretty brunette in front of me with glasses, she looked about 14. "Your my favorite Kyle. I love your hair, it's so pretty."

"Thanks I grin."

"I totally support you and Stan dating. You guys are so cute!" What did she just say?

"We are not dating?"

"You're not? That's too bad. I love Style!

"Style?" She giggles.

"Yes Stan and Kyle together equals Style!" The bodyguard started to move her along I had so many more questions for her. The signing concludes and I more than ready to relax before the show. I walk over to Stan but I am cut off by Kenny.

"Dude you and Stan are viral!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand what is going on?" Kenny pulls out his phone showing me a gif of me grabbing Stan's hand during the radio interview. Shit, I forgot they were even recording us in the studio. Even so that doesn't mean anything for them to put us together. Stan pitches the bridge of his nose.

"We don't have time for this shit" he growled.

"All publicity is good publicity" said Cartman. "Nice job jew."

"Shut up" I snapped as we starting walking back stage. We got back stage to get ready for the show. Tyrell is back there and I am not in the mood to hear his mouth.

"What is this?" he asked showing me an online article zooming in our us holding hands.

"It's nothing" I say not hiding my annoyance. "I have known Stan my whole life. I grabbed his hand for 2 seconds to calm him down. He was going to have a damn meltdown and that would have been a lot worse than this stupid shit."

"I was not going to have a meltdown" said Stan jumping in on the situation.

"Doesn't matter" said Tyrell. "The point is this is more shit for me to fix."

"That is part of your job so stop bitching about it" said Stan.

"Actually, it is the PR job" Tyrell corrected. "Are you guys dating or involved in any kind of way?"

"No" said Stan looking a little nervous.

"Well this is out staging Cartman solo career so we are going to let the rumors circle for a little bit."

"What do you mean circle?" I ask.

"Extactly what I said" replied Tyrell. "No more time for us to chat. You need to be in make up now." He walks away and leave Stan and I standing there. I look at Stan and he starts walking over to makeup. He's not mad at me but I don't know how he is feeling let alone thinking about this whole damn thing.

I sit down in the makeup chair feeling almost depressed. Kenny picks up on this a bit later as we are dressed and getting ready to go on stage.

"You look really pale, Kyle. You okay?"

"Not really" I tell him trying to sound like my normal self.

"Don't let it bother you. Stan will come around. He just needs some time."

"I didn't do anything wrong!" I exclaimed. "It is pissing me off that I tried to help him from kicking Cartman's ass and this is what happens." I shake my head.

"You know these baby fangs don't miss shit" said Kenny. "At least most of them support you guys instead of bashing you. Don't forget we have the club promotion tonight too." I growl in response because all I am going to want later is a hot shower and a date with my pillow.

"Therapy session over" said Cartman. "Put your game face on, we got a job to do." Stan walks beside Cartman as we wait for our grand entrance. That is it. I want nothing more to do with this group. I am so sick of this shit. I feel like I can't even be myself. This would wear on anyone after 10 years.

Following our show, we were all fighting over the shower on the tour bus. I asked Kenny for some of his green. I needed something to mellow me out. I don't really do clubs. I have no idea what to wear. Kenny actually helped me pick out something to wear. He said the club owner hired photographers to take pictures to post of their website and social media. Good lord, this is putting the nail in the coffin. Kenny picked out this purple looking shirt, a vest (which I like), black pants, and some black shoes.

A limo is taking us to the club and it is tense on the inside. If not for the weed I had. I would have been going crazy. Stan looks super handsome tonight. How could I not notice? He's actually wearing a dark green shirt with a crisp jacket and matching pants. Kenny being the stand out he is, rocking all white. Cartman is wearing blue button down short sleeve shirt and gray pants. The paparazzi is outside of the club along with who knows who else. We get out of limo and there are flashing lights everywhere. For the sake of the club we actually stop and pose for the cameras as a group and by ourselves for heading inside.

We go straight to VIP and this club has provided us with free accommodations. I look around at how packed the place is, all of this so people can be in same building as us. I am here because I have to be. This has Kenny written all over it. However, I am looking forward to getting my hands on a drink.

I sit down and grabbing a bottle and opening it. Kenny has wondered off to the dance floor already I am sure. I like whatever this drink is. It's bubbly and light. I sip from the glass left on this coffee table. I lean back in my seat allowing my ears to adjust to the noise level. I lost track of how many glasses I had. I looked at my phone and saw we have been here for about hour and a half. Good thing is we got here at 11:30 and the place closes at 2am. Not much longer to go.

I got up to head to the men's room. I am grateful to see a body guard outside. I am so fearful of crazy people trying to attack me. I head inside and handle my business. I washed my hands and headed back out. I see Kenny on the floor dancing with Butters. I am surprised to even see him here. This is not really his scene I would think but hey. He did kick his parents to the curb. I have only spoke to Butters in passing, I am sure I don't know who he is anymore.

I look around wondering where Stan is. I find him not too far from Kenny dancing with some girl. Just looking at that made me feel sick. Could be all the drinks I had. I start to make my way back over to our section when I hear commotion behind me. What the hell?

I see Stan and Kenny fighting someone. I run over with the body guards close behind me.

"Hey" I yell over the music. I don't think they can hear me. I see several people pulling their phones out to record this circus. One of the body guards is holding a crying Butters. I make my way over to him while I let security do their job. "Butters, what happened?" He looks at me but just keeps crying. I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around and see Cartman. I lean close to him so I can hear.

"Dude, the club owner is fucking pissed off."

"For what? I don't even know" I am cut short by gun fires. I immediately get down on the ground as does Cartman. I can see people feet moving all around. The body guard picks me up and hails me outside. I am looking around screaming for Stan. I can see he is being dragged out. Where is everyone? Butters? Cartman? Kenny? I am so scared I feel like I can't breathe.

"Are you okay?" asked the body guard once we got outside.

"Yes, were is everyone else? My band mates?" I see the body guard talking into his ear mic. "They are fine Mr. Broflovski. We need to get you all out of here for your safety. He doesn't have to tell me twice. I look and see Kenny arguing with Kevin. As I walk closer I can make out what is being said.

"Get your shit and get out of my house!" barked Kenny pointing at Kevin. Kevin is being held by the security guard for the club.

"You think you are all that!" screamed Kevin. "I don't need you or your fucking money. You are a piece of shit. Who screw their brothers boyfriend. A brother would never do that!" What Kevin said sinks in. I look at Kenny to see his reaction.

"It just happened" said Kenny. "You make it sound like I planned the shit."

"I don't believe you" he said.

"Mr. McCormick, will you be pressing charges?" asked the security guard.

"No" replied Kenny. "He is my brother at the end of the day." I was wondering who fired the gun now. Our limo pulled up. Stan grabbed my hand leading me into the limo with Cartman behind us. I could see Kenny saying something to Butters before jogging over.

"I can see you guys didn't learn your lesson about hand holding" said Cartman.

"I don't care" snapped Stan. "I could have died in there. Kenny what the fuck were you thinking?"

Kenny runs his hands threw his hair. "It was an accident."

Cartman snorted. "That is weak, even for you Kenny."

"I don't have to explain myself to you guys." I felt myself get mad.

"Stan is right Kenny. We could have died because you can't keep your dick in your pants. Like you can have anyone you want and you screw Butters in the house he shares with Kevin." I am disgusted I just stop talking.

"You of all people should understand" stated Kenny looking only at me. "Butters and I have a connection I can't explain. I am sorry my brother got hurt in the process but Butters isn't meant to be with him anyway. He is not even trying to better himself. He is just living off of my money. At least Karen is in school to be nurse and do something with her life."

I remain silent because I know he is talking about how I feel about Stan. Kenny is very observant and has always been.

"Driver, I need you to take me to The Weston down here."

"Kyle, what are you doing?" asked Stan.

"I am sleeping in a real bed tonight" I snapped.

"You know the bus is going to pull out tonight right?" asked Cartman.

"I don't care. I can catch a flight."

"Whelp at least it won't be me getting yelled at for a change" stated Cartman. "You will be there for our mini practice though?"

"Yeah I will be. Don't you worry about that." I book my hotel online under an alias. I inform the bodyguard I would like him to ensure I get checked in and into my room safely, he agrees. Kenny phone is going off from notifications. I am sure the fight is going around already. For a change, I can see why Stan is afraid of social media, this whole thing is so ridiculous.