"We're about to begin our very first world tour, so the next couple of days are going to be crazy."

Logan International Airport, Boston, Massachusetts. 3:34 AM.

"Michelle Elizabeth Torres, I am not carrying you again," Jason warned, his voice was hoarse.

The two other members of Connect 3 watched with amused and tired grins as their friend gave in and lifted his sleeping sister into his arms. He swung her onto his back.

"Hey everybody." Shane said, his tone was short. He hated waking up, and having to be awake and moving around when he should have been asleep was like a walking nightmare. "So we are in Boston, Massachusetts. We just landed. And we're gonna go see the stage now,"

They arrived at the 'Middle East' within fifteen minutes. Nate had run into a Starbucks to get everyone coffee, and now Mitchie was wide awake, much to the annoyance of Shane. She was so perky in the morning.

"Whoa!" One of the boys called out as they walked in. The stage was completely lit up in colors, and it amazed them all.

Nate grabbed Mitchie's hand and yanked her along behind him, ahead of the group.

"This is sweet!"

"This is the first time we've seen the stage and it is so cool! It's like our very own customized playground. Even Mitchie approves."

The sixteen year old slid down the ramp, looking so much like her brother.

Shane, now in a better mood, grinned at the camera. "We have elevators on the stage that rise up at the beginning of the concert. It's a fun stage, and it's really cool."

"I'm very excited to get into rehearsal tomorrow and just...prepare for this awesome tour."

"Hey, Mitch. C'mere," Shane called. He grabbed her shoulders and held her as the elevator lowered.

She jumped and gripped his hands. "Aww, what's wrong? Is this not fun for you?"

"Jase!" Mitchie called.

He appeared at her side within seconds, wrapping his arms around her in mock protection. "Aww, Mitch. Want me to beat up the big, bad Hothead for you?"

He left his best friend to play with the elevator and walked away, dragging his sister along behind him. "So. Are you having fun so far, munchkin?"

"Yeah. Of course, you?"

"Defiantly," Jason agreed.

They were heading out, ready to go check into the hotel and sleep for a while before their rehearsals the next day.

"I'm really glad you're here, Mitch."

"Me too, Jasey."

It was still early, and cold. As they braced themselves for the harsh Boston wind, she reached out and slipped her hand into his.

"Good morning," Jason greeted as he and Nate held their hands out to help Mitchie out of the car.

"Just like gearing up for the big game, today is all about practice, practice, and a lot more practice."

"There she goes again," Nate sang softly, he didn't want to lose his voice. "The girl I'm in love with."

"For Nate, things didn't get off to a good start,"

"I wasn't feeling it." The curly haired fifteen year old explained. "There were problems with my guitar, and all these things just went wrong."

"And even though I love our new ramps, sliding down them is just not that easy."

Joan had tried to make the shoes slippery , but it did little to help. He groaned in frustration.

"We work really hard to give our friends something more than a typical rock show."

As Jason and Nate strummed their guitars, Shane did a cartwheel off of one platform down to another.

They all had their little tricks, thanks to their personal trainers. Shane grabbed Nate's hand and helped him jump over his shoulder. Jason flipped and made his sister laugh. Jason grabbed Shane's hand and held on as he jumped over his best friend's shoulder.

He landed on a mat that led to the trap door and fell through, cheering all the way down. "Yeah!"

"They tested the trap door today, and having Shane fall through...He was like...Ahh!"

The eighteen year old rolled his eyes at his friend's explanation of what had just happened. "Everyone calls me danger because I tend to fall a lot...I'm really good at it."

Mitchie looked worried.

"It's not actually as high as you think it is," Shane promised her. "You're falling to a pad."

"Yeah, like that's my only concern." She muttered sarcastically. "God, Shay. This time you're gonna be the one who ends up in the hospital with stitches, a bad sprain and a concussion."

"The concern has been voiced!"

"Okay, let's review our day. Mitchie's nervous that Shane will live up to his nickname 'Danger.' I'm nervous that I'll take a big spill tomorrow night. And Nate's worried that we haven't rehearsed the songs enough. And tomorrow night is the most important night of our lives."

"We're gonna go..." Shane grabbed Nate and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him away from his guitar. "Sleep."

"Cross your fingers," Jason begged to the fans. "We hope it goes good."

They left, ready to sleep for another twelve hours after the day they had had.

Nate and Mitchie sat in the back of the car, he shared his fears with her. "What if we aren't ready."

"You'll be so good, Natie. You know you will,"

"Welcome! It's day one of 'When You Look Me In The Eyes' tour." Shane greeted. The boys were well rested and ready to rock their fan's world.

"We are freaking out," Nate told them, just as Jason said. "We are really excited."

"What time is it?" The lead singer asked.

"Game time!"

It was around 7:30 PM, half an hour to go. The boys stood in the shower room, where there were the best acoustics, and began to warm up.

"Mitch!' Jason called. He grabbed her arm and dragged her back to them. "Don't sit on the floor. It's nasty,"

Twenty minutes later, the entire band was standing together for their before-show prayer.

After it was said, they brought their hands in and wiggled their fingers together.

Jason pressed his lips to his sister's forehead. "Hey, um...Don't worry if you feel like you're going deaf, that's totally normal. I love you, baby sister."

"I love you too, big brother." Mitchie threw her arms around his neck.

He laughed and picked her up, twirling her around. "Alright, babe. I gotta go," He muttered, kissing her forehead again. He was handed his guitar before he went to take his place on the darkened stage.

"Shane," He was the next to pass her. He stopped and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug; it was then that she noticed that he was shaking. "Shay. Don't do this! You're gonna be great! The world doesn't stand a chance against you!"

"Thanks, Mitch." Shane whispered. He kissed her cheek before hugging her again. "I don't know what it is about the first show that gets me so nervous. I just want everything to be perfect, and I know it will be, but..."

Mitchie pressed her hand over his mouth, much like he had done to her in the past. "You'll be great, Shay. Now go and knock em' dead."

Nate was nervous, and she could tell. But instead of speaking, they wrapped their arms around each other and held on. Their growing friendship was a very rare, and very special one. The hug said all they needed to say.

"I love you, Natie."

"I love you too, Mitch."

"The opening night of this tour was amazing." Nate said later. "I think the coolest part is that it all came together. It was perfect."