Sonny was sitting in her dressing room. She was slumped in chair, just watching a TV. She didn't really know what was on it. Sonny just felt terrible. She didn't want to go out on stage. It was the first time in her life that she hated music. There was knock on the door. Sonny didn't respond.

"Hello?" a man asked. He slowly opened the door and walked in. The man carried a bag with him. He saw Sonny slumped in the chair; it looked like she might cry soon.

"Hey, I hear your feeling down," he said.

"Who told you that?" Sonny asked.

"Joshua," the man said. "He's very concerned about you. He's says you haven't been feeling like yourself."

"I just don't want to do this anymore," Sonny confessed to him, thinking of how things have gone. The restlessness, the insomnia, and she couldn't believe what she had done to Chad. Have we really grown that far apart? "I don't like the way I feel."

"I can fix that. I can make you feel just right again." He opened his bag and pulled a needle and vial. There was a clear liquid in the vial. He pushed the needle through and pulled the liquid into the syringe.

"What's that?" Sonny asked.

"Just something to make you feel better," the man replied. He flicked the syringe to get the air to the top and pushed the bubbles out. "Hold out your arm."

Sonny did as she was told, still very uncomfortable with the whole situation. The man tapped on her elbow to find a vein.

"It's just a little pinprick," he told her. He slid the needle into her veins and pushed the plunger. Sonny immediately felt sick. She didn't know why but worms came to mind. She thought she was going to throw up.

After a few moments, the nausea cleared up and Sonny felt somewhat back to normal. Soon, she felt great. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she just enjoyed the rush. The man was talking, but she couldn't understand it. He seemed so far away. A couple of minutes later, Sonny was back in herself.

"Can you stand up?" the man asked. Sonny slowly picked herself out of the chair and stood on very unsteady feet. Her balance came back and soon was more stable.

"That will keep you going through the show," the man told her. The door flew open and Joshua came in.

"Come on," he said, pointing to his watch. "It's time to go." Joshua grabbed Sonny's arm and led her to the stage.

Sonny sang for the crowd in Phoenix. No one noticed anything wrong, except Sonny. The crowd seemed so far away from her. She felt like she was moving in slow motion. Her hands and feet felt all wrong. The cheer of the crowds seemed to come and go.

After the show, in her dressing room, Sonny threw up into a garbage can. Joshua had security in front of the door to prevent anyone from coming in. Joshua was pacing.

"Come on, Sonny," he told her. "We've got more shows to do. There are more fans to see."

Sonny looked up at him, "This is not how I want to be." Another wave of nausea swept over her.

Chad was sitting at the bar. He wasn't sure which one he was in anymore, but he didn't care. He had steadily drinking since he came in. The bartender asked what he wanted. He told him whiskey. After pouring a shot to him, Chad said to leave the bottle.

The bottle was half empty when Nico, Grady, and their girlfriends walked into the bar.

"Hey, Chad," Nico said, walking over to him. When Nico saw the bottle was half empty he turned to his and Grady's girlfriend. "Could you ladies excuse us for a second? We would like to catch up with Chad for a little bit."

They said okay and settled into a booth and began talking. Nico and Grady stepped up to the bar and sat on each side of Chad.

"What's going on, man?" Grady asked.

"None of your business," Chad retorted.

"Oh, yes it is. When you drank about half of a fifth of whiskey," Nico said. "It becomes our problem then."

"Are you guys always together?" Chad said. "I mean, jeez, from So Random, to Nico and Grady, to now. Do you ever leave each other?"

"We're a package deal," Nico replied. "We're like Shaq and Kobe."

"Jordan and Pippen," Grady said.

"Montana and Rice."

"All right," Chad said, a little too loudly. "Enough with the teammates." Chad sipped some more of his shot.

"What can I get you guys?" the bartender asked.

"We'll have what he's having," Nico said. The bartender pulled out two shot glasses and set them in front of them. Nico poured some whiskey for Grady and himself.

"Salud," Nico said. All three of them took the shot. Nico and Grady made faces and groaned as they downed the liquid. It burned their throat all the way to their stomachs. Chad's slid down easily as he had worked up a resistance over the course of the night. Grady coughed.

"What is that stuff?" Grady asked.

"Whiskey," Chad replied. Nico and Grady poured each other another shot.

"Look, Chad, what's going on?" Grady asked, and then took the shot. "It burns so good."

"Tawni broke up with me," Chad finally admitted, safe to do so by bar protocol, that neither Grady nor Nico would look at him. Everyone kept their faces straight ahead. Chad finished his shot after saying that.

"Why?" Nico asked.

"She said she couldn't be with me because I clearly still loved Sonny," Chad explained. It's not that he wanted to, but the whiskey had loosened his lips and he couldn't stop himself. "I don't know what she's talking about."

"Chad, have you seen yourself when you talk or even think about Sonny?" Nico asked. "You get this goofy smile on your face."

"I do not," Chad argued.

"Yeah you do," Grady said. "In fact, there it is."

"Eyes forward," Chad ordered. "But Sonny's happy with Joshua." Chad said his name with disdain. "So it doesn't really matter."

"Then you've got to win her back," Grady advised.

"How?"

"Look, we've all known Sonny for a long time," Nico said. "If there's one thing she's a sucker for is the grand, sweeping, romantic gesture."

"Really?"

"Remember that time we all fell out of your jet," Grady reminded Chad. "She thought that was so romantic that she forgave you on the spot, even though you didn't trust her."

"Neither did you guys."

"Focus on you, Chad," Nico said.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something," Nico said.

"Yeah, Mr. Rockstar." Grady agreed.

"Thanks," Chad pulled out his phone. "I've got to get home."

"Whoa, whoa, after all that?" Grady questioned. "I don't think so."

"Don't worry, I'm calling someone."

"Okay. Remember, big gesture. It's guaranteed to work."

"Also, you might want to take some time away. None of those teammates stayed together forever. Enjoy your dates."

Chad walked to the back of the bar. Nico and Grady turned back.

"What did he mean by that?" Grady asked.

"I don't know," Nico answered.

Both turned in their seats.

"Our dates!" Quickly they went back to their girls.