Rosalina POV

After checking into the hotel we were rounded up by Cooper and Trina, as they listed off random things we had to do. We all stumbled into one giant elevator that would take us all the way to the top floor.

"Alright guys, the Naked Brother's Band has to make appearances here, here, and here,"

"While the Star Rockers have to sign autographs at the hotel, and a couple of clubs,"

"I also signed you guys up for a couple of interviews, in order to please the hordes of poparazzi,"

"And there are a few fashion magazines who want the girls, yes, you too Christa, to participate in a photo shoot." The list went on and on. I sighed. At all the other stops, we only had a few things to do. There weren't this many public appearances and it was easy to just enjoy the city. I wasn't so sure that was possible this time.

Trina took a huge gulp of air and looked at Cooper uneasily. He nodded slightly, looking, as always, very business-like, but also weary.

"Okay you guys. You also have to make public appearances together. You all are doing this tour together and we want to show the press that bands aren't always competitive for the spotlight. We want you guys to be friends." Trina glanced quickly over at me, before looking towards Nat and Christa, while Cooper did the same to the other guys, sending another wary glance towards me and Cati. Of course.

The bell above the door rung, signaling that it was time to step out. Looking around, I felt that public appearances together wouldn't be that hard. The press was already eating up Thomas and Lisa's relationship, after a newscaster caught them walking out of the movies hand in hand. The other kind of fell together as well, and Christa was spending more time with Maya and Lianna when the guys were busy. Of course, Trina and Cooper got along swimmingly since they shared the pain of keeping us in line and on time. Alex loved the driver, who turned out to be Lianna's older sister. Between hanging around Lianna (just to see the driver, of course) and talking to Maya about the drums, he seemed to love the tour.

I quickly glanced behind me. I suppose it was just Quassim and David who were the odd ones out. The mostly found themselves in conversations with Lianna or Maya, since they were very opposed to Cati and Lisa's constant habits of "illegal things." Nat often ignored us girls as well, always preoccuping himself with Quassim, David, or Alex. And Christa, of course.

Even though…I looked around subtly. Quassim and Christa seemed to be spending a little more time together. Perhaps he actually understood what the band was unconsciously doing to Christa. I smiled a little – Quassim is just that kind of guy.

I guess it was Cati and I who normally tried to stay out of the way of the boys. Cati, being the loyal, loving, best friend that she is, has gone through all possible measures to keep me away from the band. She was always whisking me away to parties or stores or photoshoots, or claiming that we needed to rehearse a special solo together. This definitely happened whenever Nat got within two feet of me. Actually, it was like my entire band was trying to distract me from them.

Somehow, my feet had carried me to my room. I was in my own room this time, and the view was beautiful. I threw my stuff on a fluffy chair and collapsed onto the bed. We've only been in Miami for fifteen minutes and it already feels like forever.

"ROSALINA GET READY." Cati and Lisa flew into my room. I simply groaned, and tried to pry the sheets off the bed to throw them over my head. Lisa merely giggled.

"There's no time for that silly! We get to have a photoshoot with one of the photographers for Teen Vogue, and she's even taking us to dinner after! It's this really good seafood place by the beach." She pulled the sheets and pillow away from me while Cati shuffled through my clothes and makeup.

"We have the perfect outfit for you too! We're going to look so hot tonight girls!" I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"What are you two talking about?" Lisa's eyes widened.

"Oh yeah! We forgot. There's a HUGE party over at the Avenue, which is this private club that rich college kids can rent out. The photographer's son invited us…Rosalina, you would not believe, that boy is super cute!" I rolled my eyes.

"I thought you and Thomas were a thing."

"Oh we are! I wasn't talking about for me, silly! I was talking about for you!" Their high-pitched laughter echoed off the walls.

"Let's go slowpoke. Trina's gonna kill us if we're not down there in an hour. Oh yeah, Christa's coming too." I fell back onto the bed, groaning. Great.

I somehow managed to make it to the lobby in half an hour, after a quick shower, a brief outfit fight, and a huge makeup argument. Trina ushered all of us back onto the bus, as we drove to the coast. After the long and tiring photoshoot, we pulled into a parking lot, and I watched the restaurant's sign flicker.

It turned out that Seafood Paradise was just a place where you could buy overpriced shrimp with too little cocktail sauce. The company wasn't much better – I made sure to stay next to Cati, and placed myself the farthest from Mrs. Lief and her son. I didn't have to look to know that Lisa was sitting across from, no doubt making a pitch on how I was the number one girlfriend of the year. The only one who seemed to be as miserable as me was Christa.

To try and cheer her up, I quietly joked about the food. She giggled but her grimace made it clear. How anyone was willing to pay hundreds of dollars for puny shrimp was beyond us.

"Hey Rosalina, are you going to this party tonight?" She looked nervous and maybe just a little afraid. I nodded.

"Yeah, but I'm probably not going to drink much. I pointed to my wine glass on the table. If they're serving that at the club I'm better off with more shrimp. The wine tasted awful. Christa smiled.

"Do you think there's any way that I could just go back?" She whispered.

"Christa, dear! Rosalina, sweetheart!" We both snapped back to attention, as Mrs. Lief leaned over Lianna to look at us.

"You two have barely had anything to eat! You better eat now, or else you'll be faint when you go dancing at the club tonight." Christa looked down, before meeting the woman's gaze.

"Actually, Mrs. Lief, you've been very kind, it's just that I don't really…"

"It's my son's birthday, you know. The big eighteen! It'll be such a special party, my dear. Surely you won't miss it?" The look in Mrs. Lief's eyes could have burned anyone to ash.

"Oh, of course. I wouldn't miss his birthday for the world." Christa forced a smile to look sincere.

"Surely Rose, you too, are coming?" I bit my lip from correcting her, and nodded politely. Christa turned towards me and raised her eyebrow. I guess she didn't think the name was very good for me either.

Suddenly my phone began vibrating. I jumped, unprepared for the noise, and almost succeeded in knocking my wine over in the process. I scooted my chair backwards quickly, and stood up.

"Excuse me…It must be my, um, uh, my dad. I forgot to call him earlier today, he's probably worried." Mrs. Lief pointed to the bathroom and I had to keep myself from sprinting. I clicked the green "answer" button, gulping as I saw the number.

"I thought I told you to stay away from them, you foolish brat." I leaned against the bathroom sink, making sure that the stalls were empty.

"It's not my fault,"

"It is! I told you that there would be BIG trouble for you and your precious little bands if you ever stepped a toe out of line. And now you're joking with one of them at dinner in Miami!" I gripped the sink quickly, trying not to faint. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see a masked man behind me.

"That's right," the man laughed humorusly, "I've been tracking your every move. I have people at eveyr single one of your stops. I warned you when you found out about this business that the only way to protect your friends was to break up their band."

"Now, there's no need to use drastic measures, the only thing I want is for the band to stop performing. The boys can live in peace, in their safe little houses, playing their puny little instruments. However, if the band can't be broken up the easy way, then my men will have to take other steps to…persuade them."

"Rosalina?" I jumped ten feet in the air, before spinning around, ready to launch a soap dispenser. Maya held up her hands in defeat, and waited for my breathing to slow. As I straightened up, I could hear the dial tone from my phone. He hung up.

"Rosalina…" Maya looked worried.

"Yeah?" I tried to sound bright and peppy.

"Rosalina, that wasn't your dad, was it?" Before I could make up an excuse, Maya nodded in confirmation. I guess the look in my eyes was enough.

"Rosalina, promise you that you're not doing something dangerously stupid. Or messed up. Promise me that you're safe."

I could only nod as I closed my phone. I might be safe, but if I couldn't find a way to break up my old band, then the boys definitely wouldn't be.