AN~ Since I'm not a doctor, and I'm going off a one-google search, the medical stuff in this chap may not be sound.

Styxx

It's January 12th, a Thursday, the Thursday before my schedualed concert, and the last Thursday before I go on tour. But above all, it was an incredebly boring Thursday.

I had called Calvin Asa back on Wednesday, agreed to the tour and album, and the date was set for me to leave on January 15th. I had three more days to be with Nyx, technically only 2 due to the concert. Enough about whats going to happen, you guys want to know whats happening now, don't chya? Right now I'm in the medical wing, getting a physical from Doctor McCoy.

"Well," he said, holding a clipboard with his results, "Other than you being underweight there is no reason that you could not go on the tour."

"Thanks, Dr. McCoy." I said, standing from the chair I had been sitting in.

"No problem. Good luck on your concert and tour." he said, fiddling with some of his doctors instraments. I smiled and exited the med wing. I wasted no time in climbing the staires up to my and Nyx's room.

"Hey," she said when I entered. "So, got cancer or anything?" I looked over at her, she never once looked up from he book.

"Yeah, stage four pancriatic." I said. My face was serious but I made sure to keep humor in my voice.

"poor baybe." she said, turning the page in her book.

"Hey, Nyx." she looked up at her name, "You sure you want to stay here?" she seemed to take a moment to think about it, and looked at me as she answered

"Styxx, yes. I'm sure. Given everything, we need some time apart."

"Yeah, I guess some time could be good." I sighed as I streached out on my bed.

"Jubilee was here earlyer. Wanted you to go talk to her about what you're going to wear onstage." Nyx said as she resumed reading her book.

"Okay." I said. I layed on my bed for awhile. Not talking to Nyx and not really thinking. I just needed some peace.

After however long, I got up, streached, and went down to Jubilee's room. When I knocked she and Rahne practically dragged me into the room.

When I left, over an hour later, I was dressed as follows: a plane neon orange shirt under a trim leather jacket, black skinnie jeans, and (of coarse) my all-stars. Getting dressed wasn't what had taken so long. It was everything else. My jewlery, lots of bangles and glow sticks, my make-up, not much, just foundation and orange eyeshadow, and my hair, crimped and braided into twenty different braids, are what took so dang long. Nyx and Thos were waiting outside the door.

"You look nice." Thos said, pushing himself off the wall he'd been leaning on.

"Thanks. How long?" I had been asking this question ever since I had called Calvin back.

"About thirty minutes. Just enough time for us to get out there." I nodded. "Lets go."

All three of us walked down to the garage and piled into Thos's red Ford truck. Then we were off. I watched the town of Bayville pass by in the window, deep in thought. I took deep breaths, trying to keep the adrinaline out of my system as best I could. It seemed too quickly that we arrived at the park I was preforming in. We jumped out of the card, ushered in by bouncers barely holding back the crowd.

"Ready?" Thos asked. I took another deep breath and walked backstage. The mucitions, dancers, and back-up singers welcomed me with big smiles. I knew a few of them from Weymouth, but I really couldn't remember their names. The few minutes before I was supposed to go on passed by in a blur. Soon the lights dimmed and an anouncers voice came on over the speakers:

"And now, back from her nearly two years away, Styxx Montleeonii!" the crowd cheered deafeningly. It was time for me to go on. I took a deep breath, and stepped through the curtains onto the stage.

AN~ I know, short, but I'm updating again in, like, five minutes. See ya!