Rosalina POV

"Wait, what are you talking about?" I looked at Cooper quizzically. Trina simply sighed.

"He was saying that before we perform tonight, there's going to be another photo shoot before the concert tonight. You would've known that if you had bothered to show up last night." I rolled my eyes. As if I was going to spend another meal watching everyone glare daggers at each other.

"I was busy...talking to my dad." It was more like fending off threatening phone calls all night. The machine in my room beeped and buzzed with the voices that began to haunt my dreams.

"Listen, you little slut. We gave you time. We allowed you to handle this yourself. Nothing's happened. Your precious bands better not perform tomorrow, or else."

"Rosalina, Rosalina. When will you learn? You said you'd get them to quit. This is your last chance, my dear."

I gulped: "Are you sure you want to do this? ..Perform, I mean?" Everyone around me glared. "I was just saying, we can't even act normally at breakfast, how are we going to pull off a concert?"

"We've been doing it this whole tour, Rosalina." Thomas stated under his breath. He raised his voice. "Besides, what's your deal? Backing out now? We've only got three more concerts and then the tour is over. Why do you want it to end so quickly?" I shrugged my shoulders miserably.

"I was just making sure...just in case...I'm sorry. Forget it." I could feel Quassim's eyes on my back as I exited the room.

I closed my door with a large breath. There was nothing I could possibly do. I had tried so hard to protect all of them and it was for nothing. I've done nothing. The machine on the desk beeped again, signaling a message. With a deep breath I pushed play.

"Get them off of that stage or you'll regret it."

"You know you can wire these things to prevent haters from reaching you." I jumped out of my skin before turning around.

"Uh, yeah, you're right. But it's only for one more night, we're leaving tomorrow anyways."

"But still." Quassim sighed. "Rosalina...I don't like how things have been."

"Have been? What do you mean? If you're talking about leaving the band then I'm sorry Quassim, but I'm pretty sure there's no going back now."

He raised his eyebrows, quizzically.

"If there was, would you take it?" The silence seemed to confirm all the wrong things for him.

"Quassim...it's really..not what you think." If there was anyone besides Nat who I regretted leaving, it was Quassim. He and I...we talked about everything. Nat, Little Grace, how to get girls, how to fight off guys...everything.

"Then explain it to me Rosalina! The guys aren't going to admit this to you, but they're going crazy! They haven't really known what to do without you since you left! You threw us all a major curveball Rosalina. It wasn't fair." I opened my mouth, but he shook his head.

"And how do you think Nat feels?"

"NAT?" I faced Quassim furiously. "What do you mean, how do I think Nat feels? I bet he's freaking perfect. He's fine. Christa's fine. They're fine! Everyone's fine Quassim! Everything's okay!"

"I don't know what the new definition of fine is, but it is not Nat and Christa. Nat punched a dude Rosalina. HE PUNCHED HIM, DEFENDING YOU. You think Nat is over you? You're smarter than that Rosalina!

You're just afraid to have your heart get broken, because Christa might be able to keep him."

"This isn't about them, Quassim." I scream-whispered.

"You're right. It's not. It's about how it should be about them. Because the Rosalina I know would never in a trillion years give up Nat Wolff. The Rosalina I know always came back to the band, always worked things out, never gave up..."

"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT. DAMN IT QUASSIM, IT KILLS ME TO DO THIS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING ALL THESE MONTHS WITHOUT YOU GUYS -"

"I THINK WE DO." The fire lit up in Quassim's eyes. "YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING WITH THE STAR ROCKERS, FINDING YOURSELF A NEW BAND, RUNNING AWAY FROM ALL YOUR PROBLEMS -"

"TO PROTECT YOU." He stilled, the fury leaking out of him. He was nothing more than a deflated balloon in a matter of seconds.

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind, forget it." The phone rang, but its sound barely reached my ears. Until I realized with horror that a whole new message was recording.

"No!" Quassim stopped me quickly, blocking my way to the phone, against my protests.

"You little bitch. You thought you could ignore me, huh? Well, looks like you won't be safe for long."

"Is that what has you scared? Rosalina, they sent us hate messages like these all the time, even when we were down in New Orleans after the hurricane. Remember? It was all empty air. Everything's alright."

"Quassim, you don't understand..."

"Rosalina, no one would want to do anything to any of us. These messages...they're just messages. Is that why you're worried about us playing tonight?"

"No, Quassim -"

"Rosalina, calm down. I think you should start ignoring these stupid messages, and start focusing on the tour...and maybe Nat. Just talk to him."

"Quassim!" I watched him walk away. Of course, he would think this was a joke. Of course, this wouldn't be anything serious. The hate messages they'd received were nothing more than messages.

My mind flitted to the "interview" back in Miami, and the phone call at Kevin's birthday dinner. I wasn't so lucky. This was real.