Kendall survived the rehearsal, but barely. He still couldn't shake the feeling that he had somehow lost some valuable time, and he didn't know why. He felt a little better after he ate and tried to pretend he wasn't thrown off. After hanging around the hotel with the guys and going over the schedule with Kelly, they all decided to get ready for the gallery opening.

"Hey!" Kelly said to Etta as she spotted her. It was a large loft apartment the gallery opening was being held in. From what they could see on the flyer, photo a brunette woman being tied to a chair with the word, justice, written on her, the photography was going to be weird.

"Hey!" Etta said to Kelly as she hugged her. "Hi, guys. Hope you guys like the show. My friend is somewhere around here…I'll introduce you guys to her if you want."

"They would love to." Kelly said as she spoke for them. She thought it would be a great idea to allow the boys to get some artistic culture.

"Great! Just have fun…eat some food, and relax." she said staring at the guys not sure why Kendall was staring at her with a strange look on his face. It was almost as if he wanted to ask her something, but she couldn't tell.

"Okay, where are you in this exhibit?" Kelly said as she rolled her eyes because she knew the guys would want to know if Etta was naked or not.

"You'll just have to see…" Etta said with a sneaky smile as they walked on. "I'm not sure the guys would get this, but it's mostly feminist art. Oh, there's Shannon, she's the artist." she said as she pointed to a pale woman with tons of tattoos and brunette and green dreads. "Shannon." she called out to the woman and she excused herself from a couple.

"Sup, Etta. I'm glad you can make it."

"I'm glad I could come. I invited my cousin and some new friends to come check it out. They're dying to know where I am in this exhibit."

"They should be. You're one of my best models. Don't tell anyone this, but you're my favorite. You're so versatile. I love it. Anyway, I gotta go whore my work out. I'll see you later. Nice meeting all of you." Shannon said as she left.

"I think I see you…" Logan said to Etta as he pointed to a photo. In the photo, she was naked holding a pomegranate and frying eggs on a stove, and the title was, 'Motherhood?'

"That's one." she said referring to one of the two photos she was in. "Very good, Logan." she said as she hesitated on saying his name and he nodded. Since they had only met earlier, she knew she would forget their names, but she did for a little research on BTR. She still didn't like their music, but she knew the talent was there.

Suddenly, there were two women shouting out poetry and everyone was becoming, slowly aware that this was performance art. Logan, Carlos, and James ran with the crowd to rush towards them. A few people stayed where they are as if they had seen this before. Kelly went straight to the open bar to get a glass of wine. Kendall was walking around looking at the pieces. He knew a lot of the art dealt with feminist subjects, but he felt a connection with them somehow and he didn't know why. The further he walked towards the back, the more he began to look at the art. Then, he found it. The second photo of Etta. She was lying on a bed naked with red lipstick and noose around her neck. This photo was titled, 'Jezebel'.

"You found the second photo." Etta said behind him and he turned around. "Do you like it?" she asked and he nodded. "It's my favorite…and I'm not saying that because I'm in it." Etta said as she, playfully, rolled her eyes.

"It reminds me of my mom…Not that I would want to see my mom naked with a noose around her neck or anything…Ugh, I sound creepy." he said feeling embarrassed.

"Don't worry. I don't think you're creepy. It reminds me of my mom, actually. She, uh…she cheated on my dad. They got a divorce.

"My parents are divorced, too. And…my mom had an affair also." he said with a frown.

"I guess that it's more common in our time to meet someone who have divorced parents."

"Yeah…" he said trying to think about who is real father is. He still hadn't forgiven his mother for lying to him and the man he thought was his father.

"Hey, do you want to get a cup of coffee? I don't think they would miss us too much." Etta said with a smile and Kendall couldn't help but to feel nearly hypnotized by it.

"Sure…I'd love coffee right now." he said as they went downstairs and left the building before walking about a block to a coffee shop. Once they entered, their noses were assaulted with the sweet aroma of coffee. After getting their coffee, they sat down at a table near the front.

"So…how old were you when your parents split? I was 10 when mine divorced." she asked as she sipped her coffee. Kendall was thrown off by the forward prying into in his life, but he remembered she had said she was a psychology major.

"I was 15. When BTR was formed…I had forgotten all about it. Well, almost. I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"I'm sorry…I should know when to turn it off. I guess taking all these psych courses…kinda makes me a bit of a prying person. It's too personal, too fast. I'm so sorry."

"No…it's okay. I never really talked about this with anyone before. You're the first person I've told about my mother's affair. The guys just know about the divorce, but they don't know why they divorced. Hell, I didn't really know until my mother told me last year that…"

"It's okay if you don't want to say it. I'm being a jackass for prying into your life anyway. I hardly know you, and…"

"Please, pry all you want. I know you're not a professional psychologist, yet. But…I was thinking you could help with something…or maybe you know someone. Please don't think I'm crazy." he begged and Etta looked at him sympathetically.

"I wouldn't. Look, there are people out there just going through things and they need to talk to a psychologist . It doesn't mean they're crazy. Just tell me, and I'll see if I can help."

"Okay…" he said before he took a deep breath. He was trying to find the words to say it. Say that his mother lied for pretty much of his life about who his real father was. "Last year…my mom told me why she and my father divorced. She told me that my father wasn't my birth father. That affair she had…well, she got pregnant with me and that man was my father. It was something she said she felt ashamed of. She said she didn't know how to tell my dad that she had cheated and I wasn't his son after she had become pregnant with my little sister."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Kendall." Etta said as she reached across the table and held his hand. It was strange that such a personal interaction felt comfortable between two virtual strangers. "I'm not going to pretend to know what you're going through, but…you're not crazy. I know that much." she said with a warm smile.

"Thanks…you know, we're going to be in New York for a while. How about we hang out sometime this week?"

"We can do that. Here, let me give you my number. Text me whenever you want to hang out." she said before giving him her number. He entered her number into his phone and sent her a text as soon as he finished. "We should head back. I'm sure the poetry is done by now."