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And all of your weight
All you dream
Falls on me it falls on me
And your beautiful sky
The light you bring
Falls on me it falls on me

[Shane's POV]

"Come on, Shane." It was Nate's voice, and Nate's hand that was tugging on my shoulder, telling me that I had no choice but to get up, shrug off everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, and get ready for the first stop on our fall tour. "We have to get to sound check, which is in a half an hour, so please get dressed." He shook my shoulder, and I nodded to show him I was listening, although I didn't necessarily want to. I didn't want to get up and perform for the crowd, smiling and jumping around on stage as if everything was perfectly fine- I just wanted to sit here, in this less-than-comfortable chair, and wait for Mitchie to call. I didn't want to move again until I heard Mitchie's angelic voice on the other end of the line. However, I knew Nate was determined to play this show tonight, and that, like it or not, I would be out on stage, singing my heart out and smiling brightly, while inside my heart died slowly and my mind remained on Mitchie. I might as well just get up, put on something decent, and go practice faking a smile while I did a brief sound check.

Forcing myself to move, I pulled on a simple outfit consisting of black skinny jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, before making my wait out of our dressing room and going to find Nate and Jason. It turned out they were already waiting for me in the sound check booth, Jason with his guitar in hand and Nate settled behind the drums.

Sound check passed by in a blur. I hardly knew what I was singing, what I was playing, or if I was even in sync with Nate and Jason, but I didn't care. They didn't mention how unfocused I was, or at least if they noticed, they must have felt sympathy. After what seemed like an eternity, the manager yelled that everything was working fine and we could go rest before the show.

Sitting in our extra-large dressing room, we sat apart from each other, all glancing around as if unsure whether to speak. I was lost in my thoughts of Mitchie, Nate was probably thinking about performing later, and if we'd all do ok, and Jason... well, he was just being Jason. He absent-mindedly stared into space, all of the suddenly making a loud, chirping noise, and both Nate and I turned to stare at him. Jason beamed back, as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. Shaking my head, I stared down at my phone, which I still held in my hands, and wished fervently that Mitchie would call. Just one call, and I could go out there and perform my heart out without a problem. However, at the back of my mind, I knew she wasn't going to call. I had to figure out what was wrong.

"Shane," I realized that Nate was calling my name, and I glanced up quickly, catching his pitied expression. "We've got to go get ready, the show starts in a hour, and they expect us to be ready to go when it's showtime." He informed me, and once again, I nodded, watching as he pulled out a suit and tossed it at me. Thankfully, Nate had everything figured out, because I doubted I'd even be able to dress myself with the state I was in. "Now, please go and get changed. We'll meet you outside in a minute while they hook up the mics and everything." He finished, pulling on Jason's arm so he would be forced to leave the room too.

Great. It was soon to be showtime.

[Mitchie's POV]

I had finally managed to slow my tears and level my breathing, and it was then I realized how tired I was, and how sore my body had become. I wanted nothing more than to give in to my tired, aching body and allow it to rest, but at the same time, I didn't want to 'leave' my father when I'd just been reunited with him. I didn't want to go back to that world of darkness, when I could be spending time with my dad. He seemed to notice my torn expression, and gave me a crooked smile.

He didn't speak though, as I repositioned again, and I finally saw how uncomfortable he really was. Now that I saw it, I realized he'd felt this way ever since I woke up, and at the same time, I couldn't deny I didn't feel the same way. After so many years that we spent apart, I could neither one of us was sure how to react or treat the other. It was as if we were one, but yet we didn't even know each other.

Once I was better, and out of the hospital, maybe I could take some time and fix that. I'd heal our broken wounds, I'd fix the gap of uncertainty that held us both back from acting like normal father and daughter... but then again, we weren't exactly the 'normal' pair. Maybe at one point in our lives, we had been, but those days were long gone- although that didn't mean we couldn't change things and go back to the way we were before... before Mom died, and before our lives went plummeting down into a certain downfall.

First, I had to teach him to trust me- to feel comfortable around me. I had to show him that I wasn't going to break into a million pieces at a simple word, if that's what he thought... Oh, who was I trying to kid, I only acted tough. On the inside, I was delicate, broken, and most of all, easily shattered. If only he knew was a mess I really was- the craziness that exists deep inside of me, which I had managed to push down. I wanted to laugh at the thought, my mind flickering to a much darker time, when I'd been locked in therapy, acting insane, and fallen into deep depression. Oh, he had no idea how much he'd missed out on- so much he probably would be glad that he missed out on.

"I'm tired." I admitted, resting my head back on the light, fluffy pillows behind me before turning to meet my father's eyes. His reassuring smile made me calmer, and I fought to stay awake so I could keep talking. I didn't want to give in to the darkness just yet.

"Go ahead then, darling." I couldn't help the rush of emotion that flooded through me when my father called me 'darling', he used to always call me that before... the accident. No one had bothered to call me that ever since then, and it brought tears to my eyes. The simple word, the little glances, made love pour into my heart while at the same time, an dull aching that I couldn't understand.

"But I want to stay with you, Daddy." I replied tiredly, and he smiled again, squeezing my hand- not too firmly, yet not too soft, either. I returned the smile with a small one of my own, nodding. "Ok, Daddy." I continued, sounding much like a little kid again, and I could see his answering, soft grin. With him by my side, I felt safe. I felt comfortable, although there was the awkward knowledge of all the years of each other's lives we'd missed, and the brief feelings that I really didn't know the man sitting in the chair beside me, but I quickly pushed all thoughts away. I couldn't allow myself to think like that- he was my father, really.

Pushing all of my thoughts of anything, I leaned back, sucking in a deep breath as I felt myself relax. I attempted to let go of the past day's, and today's, events long enough to calm my insane thoughts. It apparently worked.

No longer attempting to fight the darkness, I closed my eyes with a tired sigh, allowing it to engulf me once more, but this time, of my own will. It didn't take long before I entered into the dark, and it consumed me, while I fell willingly into it.

[Shane's POV]

"Everyone, give it up for the amazing, the one and only Connect 3!" Screams filled the air, and I winced, glad to have my earphones in so I didn't get the full effect of their high pitched cries. Thank-goodness Mitchie had never screamed like that...

The lights flashed as we stepped out from the shadows, the screams erupting once again, and my smile faltered momentarily before I plastered it back on. The bright stage lights blinded me as they swirled around, creating a dramatic effect, and I locked hands with my brothers just in time to do our signature hand swing, up in the air, then down in a bow.

I could see a few of the fan's faces- lit up, screaming insanely, and some were even crying. I wanted to pull back, away from them, in disgust at that fact, but Nate and Jason's hands were firm on my own, and I couldn't drop the smile off of my face, so instead I widened my grin and beamed even more, glancing out at the crowd as if they were the best possible thing. They weren't.

"Get ready, Connecticut!" Jason yelled into the mic, a radiant smile bursting forth as he slid his fingers against the guitar's strings.

The music cued, as Nate yelled "One, two, three..." and a burst of flames burst from each end of the stage. On cue, I jumped forwards, making a sharp, jerking motion with my body to fit the music, and the audience went wild. The girls in the crowd leaned forwards, their cries growing louder, and their hands reaching out as I came closer to the edge of the stage, smiling brightly. Oh, if I only I felt as into this as I was acting. I strutted near the audience, as if to let them know what they couldn't have, and gave them my cocky, energetic smile as I faked it with the best of them. It turns out, I'm a pretty decent actor.

Everything was going pretty well- at least, as well as it could go with my mind completely focused on Mitchie the entire time- but I could still see Nate and Jason periodically glancing at me secretly, probably wondering how I was holding up. I tried to flash them 'I'm ok' smiles once in a while, but they didn't seen reassured. In fact, they seemed to watch me even more. I wanted to roll my eyes at them and tell them that I was able to do this- I could finish the show in one piece. I wasn't going to breakdown here, not now.

Returning my eyes to the audience, I prepared to do another stunt for them- one that was sure to blow them all away. It was by far the most dangerous one I'd done all night, and I couldn't help the flashy smile that lit up my face. If only I felt as confident as I was pretending to be, I might not have thought about Mitchie, or allowed myself to be distracted, right before I flipped.

Closing my eyes, already positioning my feet to hit the ground, a thought suddenly hit me as if a slap in the face, and I completely forgot what I was doing.

What if I never saw Mitchie again?... I wasn't quite sure where the thought came from, but it certainly caught me off guard, making my smile drop off my face and a horrid, deep pain slash through my heart.

Another burst of pain was soon to follow, but it wouldn't be mentally.

Instead of landing on my feet, as I'd anticipated, I hit the ground, one leg buckled under me, and next my knee smashed against the ground. A loud crack was heard, and I doubled over in pain, attempting to resist the urge to scream. The pain was so strong, I almost wondered if I was going to pass out.

There was a gasp that ran through the audience, and suddenly, everything was deathly still. Even the music cut off abruptly, and it seemed as if everyone held their breath for a moment, before everything sprang into chaos.

There was screaming and crying and suddenly, Nate and Jason were at my sides, their strong hands gripping me, attempting to pull me up.

"Come on, Shane, please get up." Nate whispered, and I glanced at him to see his worried expression as he stared at me, while Jason continued to tug on my other arm. "We can't carry you, please, get up." He begged, sounding close to crying, and I willed myself to be able to move my leg, to be able to get up and just shake this off, but I knew I couldn't. I tried, I really did, while Nate and Jason attempted to support me, but I didn't even manage to get off the ground, or move my injured leg, before I'd fallen back onto the ground, my face contorted in pain.

"I can't." I whispered, feeling weak and helpless, hanging my head. The audience was still groaning and crying, but much quieter as Nate turned, waving his hands to shush them.

"It'll all be okay, buddy," Jason replied, his hand firmly on my shoulder, although his face was pale. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing and hoping the pain would ease, but no such comfort came. In the distance, I heard sirens, and secretly I couldn't wait for them to get here- to get me away from this noisy audience, away from all the lights and horrified stares. I just wanted to be away from it all, and maybe get some medicine for the pain. Anything but here.

I felt Nate's hand leave my arm, and I heard him talking quietly to someone else, and from his conversation, I guessed that the paramedics had arrived.

"Son," A man's deep voice reached my ears, and I slowly opened my eyes, looking up to meet one of the paramedic's stare. "Every thing's going to be just fine. We'll have you at the hospital in no time." He assured me, and I nodded to show I'd understood, and within a moment, two other paramedics had joined my side, lowering a stretcher down and helping me onto it. The entire audience refused to make a noise during this time, and for that I was thankful.

Oh, how I couldn't wait to get away from all of this.