Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or any of it's characters.
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One thing Tori abhorred about touring was the schedule. She was on the road for days at a time, performing almost daily, with only the occasional layover. The only bright side was days like today, where she was playing a collage town, where there were enough people interested in her music to require a second show, thus two days of performances. That, and deliberate layover days they'd planned in order to give her crew a chance to recover, helped her and her crew survive the tour. 'Course, I've heard that some modern stars only perform every other day, like we'll be doing after Europe. That lets them rest up while making time for such things as television appearances and maybe going shopping. I could really use some new slippers. Scratch that, I have the slippers, I just need some retail therapy. Get my mind of… Andre…'
She pushed the dark thoughts from her head and addressed her sister. "Okay, Treen, we have two days here, and our dancers got yesterday off, so lets focus on giving the fans what they want." They were on their way out of the airport, a smaller private one that could handle their plane, and were just waiting for the new security guys to clear the way for them.
"One moment, Miss Vega." Mister Smith, one of the three off duty police officers pulling security for her, said. They were a temporary fix until they could bring in a new body guard. Smith had stepped in front of her to check the way. "We're clear. Now, walk behind me, and let us deal with anything that shows up along the way."
They were very professional, walking both in front and behind her at all times. She'd dealt with three just like them at the last stop, on her way out of the hospital and to her hotel, and she hated it. Naturally, none of the officers they hired would allow her to stop and take a moment with her fans. They rushed her into and out of the hotel, the limo, wherever she was going. 'Of course, if I hadn't been so open with my fans, Andre wouldn't ave been stabbed.' She reprimanded herself. All that worrying, and the events of the last day, were weighing on her, imperceptibly draining her energy. She didn't even notice that the throng of fans that had been greeting her at every stop were missing, proof that whomever was behind the attempt had stopped leaking her itinerary.
"Trina, one moment." Ryder called to the girls, causing the manager to stop just outside the limo. "I stopped at the public airport to pick this up." He gestured to Jade, who was dressed in blue jeans and a Heathens t-shirt.
"Wait, I don't get a chance to dress up for the interview?" The bodyguard whisper yelled at the Ryder.
"We're on tour, we do things on the fly sometimes." He whispered back. "But hay, if you get hired, we'll get you a room and stow your cloths and everything."
"One moment please." Trina said. Cat had emailed her the girls resume, and while Ryder was calming the girl down, she'd pulled it up on her phone and given it a quick once over. "I see you have some experience working as a bodyguard. Good, cause you'll be working with my sister, and she needs someone to stick with her like glue."
"Yea, I can do that." Jade said, trying her best smile. She felt totally unprepared, a feeling she tried with all her might not to feel in her life. Not since she'd been dumped by her ex, years ago. "I'll need to know her itinerary, what to expect, but we both know life isn't always on schedule."
"Says here your a black belt in both jujutsu and Kickboxing." Trina noted. "And your rated and licensed with a nice selection of weapons and equipment. Even got concealed carry permits."
"Yea, I can fight, handle myself in just about any situation, but you don't just want a scrapper, do you? No, you want someone who knows how to defuse a situation, and I spent a while learning that along the way." The raven haired girl explained, answering the unasked question. She focused her responses on Trina, while simultaneously watching the three men who screamed off duty cops who were waiting by the car.
For just a second, Trina looked impressed, but her face went back to business almost instantly. "Okay, I'm not one to hire the first person who walks through the door, but you do come highly recommended, and my sister needs someone now. So here's the deal. We'll pay for this day, have you hang out with Tori, and if you can get along, and that includes not wanting to kill her after the first hour, then I'll see what she says. If she's okay with it, we'll need you for about three weeks. That cool?" Trina said very fast.
"Yea, sure." Jade replied. "So I'll be traveling with you? I suppose I should get changed, dress like a professional, huh?" But inside, she was thinking 'Wait, Miss Vega? Tori?!'
"Nah, you can keep it casual." The older girl replied. "That is, unless we head into a club. Then dress to blend. But for now, you're fine. Get in." She gestured to the limo. "Ryder, her gear."
"On it." He replied, taking her bags as the off duty cops popped the trunk. Jade didn't pay much attention to that, since it was obvious Trina expected her to get in the car next. With a last glance at her belongings, she stepped to the limo.
The blue eyed girl slid into the seat, and found herself face to face with one of the most recognizable faces in the world that day. 'Holey chizzin shit, it is Tori fucking Vega, pop princess and movie star. What the hell am I doing here? I thought she only had the absolute best, and here I am, sitting here like a dork, trying not to look too goth. Cat, what the fuck did you get me into?'
"So, who's this?" Tori asked, almost bored.
Jade couldn't believe her luck. She wasn't the kind to get starstruck, and her taste in music tended to be more rock and less pop. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't like some of Tori's stuff, or that she'd never bought one of Tori's songs on line. However, to be sitting across from the diva herself, interviewing to be her bodyguard, was a moment that took the goths breath away. Then, an old memory hinted at resurfacing, and in shoving it back down she found not only her breath, but the so called 'Bitch Face' she used to keep people at bay. "I'm Jade West, but you can call me Miss West. I'm taking over watching your ass. Now, I'd like to just go over the rules once so we all know whats going on. You're the boss until I see something that changes things, then you do as I say. Regardless, you never go through a door before I do unless I tell you to, then you go and don't look back..."
"Yea, yea, yea, thats what Andre used to tell me." The singer waved her hand, dismissing the raven haired girls speech. "I've been famous a while, so I know the drill. Now, lets get a few things straight. I know what to do when things get tense, but do you know what to do when they're not?"
"Tori, be nice." The manager said, putting her hand on the pop star's arm and smiling. "Jade, we're a fairly informal group here, and not just cause Tori's my sister. That means we tend to to use that first name your parents gave you, the one that none of you bodyguards seem to like. Second, I'm the boss, Tori here is the talent. Sure, we work for her, but I'm the one who handles the details so she can do what she does without having to worry about anything. That brings me to your job. You're not just keeping her safe, you're insuring her safety while keeping her as happy as we can."
Blue eyes were now locked, once again, on the elder sister. But as much as the one time goth wanted to object, have them stop the car and throw herself out, she understood the realities of the world. She just nodded.
"Tori, you wanna tell her?" The older girl asked.
"Sure." The singer said, smiling. "I love me fans. I make as much time for them as I can. That means I like to stop and sign a few autographs, maybe pose for a selfie or two, when I see them. I know, it's dangerous, but I love them, and want them to know I'm accessible. Did you know, in Japan, they will line up, politely take turns, and never give you any trouble? Anyways, you're job is to keep me safe while I'm giving my fans as much me time as I can. Clear?"
"Can't be done." The taller girl said, glancing over at Ryder. "If you give that kind of access, then they could do all kinds of shit. These fans of yours, I'm sure most of them are just normal people who are looking for the chance to touch a star, but when push comes to shove, even normal people can become a threat. Look, if I'm gonna keep you safe, I need for you to take fewer risks."
"Yet you followed a client into a dive bar and watched him possibly pick a fight?" Trina asked. "Our dad's a cop, we get preferential treatment when we need to do background checks. Thing is, thats one of the reasons you're here. You're willing to follow the lamb into the lions den to keep it safe."
"I have a question." Tori piped in. "What size are those?" She pointed at the dark haired girls chest.
"What does my bra size have to do with my ability to be a bodyguard?" The goth growled.
"As you can see, my sisters more developed then I am, and I'm not so sure about having another busty girl hanging around me." Tori explained, a blush reddening her face.
"Wait, you're self-conscious about your size?" The bodyguard wondered aloud. "You have girls killing themselves over your cheekbones, your nearly perfect hourglass figure, and you're worried over me being a cup size or two bigger then you are?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Tori scoffed. "There's your complexion, your facial bone structure, your ass, lets face it, your seriously doable, and while my sisters a catch, she's usually in the background. I don't like being surrounded by competition."
"Since when?" Trina cut in. "Tori, you have multiple dancers who are as attractive as Jade is, as well as long standing friendships with many highly attractive performers. I don't know where that objection is coming from, but it's not you."
"First, none of my dancers are THAT good looking.' Tori breathed. "There are the hot ones, I'll agree, but look at her. She's a fucking sex bomb, walking in a tight shirt. I don't need the distractions." She held her sisters eye for several moments. "Okay, the real reason is I don't want to replace Andre, okay. He's my friend." Her voice fell, showing a lot of hurt.
"We're not replacing Andre." Trina assured her. "Not permanently. We just need someone for the three weeks it's gonna take him to recover and be ready to return to work. But Tori, he was stabbed, and while his ribs kept the blade from piercing anything vital, he's not gonna be back for at least a month, and won't be up to full strength for a while longer."
"I'm not trying to replace anyone." Jade assured the pop star. "I'm a professional, and this is a professional relationship. My life, my body, is on the line to keep you safe. Nothing to worry about. If things get hairy, I'll take the fall. Just, don't get too attached. Okay? Think we can work together?" Jade found the singers admitting to having that friendship with the other guard refreshing, returning the spoiled pop star to the realm of normal people.
"No." The singer's rebuff was harsh. "Not saying I don't wanna give you a try, just, I can't be around someone and not develop some kind of feelings towards them. Yes, you'll keep me safe, and I know, I understand you're putting your body on the line for me. But thats why you wear body armor, and carry weapons, and have trained like for years in various secret middle eastern fighting techniques that can kill a man with one finger. And oh yea, no killing people with your fingers just to prove you can do it. I like my fans."
"Either the last guy was something else, or you have a very distorted view of what a bodyguard is." Jade said, repressing a laugh.
"Looks like Tori's in, and Cat has nothing but good things to say about you, so want the job?" Trina asked. "Look, at your level of experience, you probably don't make that much, and we're offering a descent pay, plus benefits while on tour with us. Lets say, maybe $350 per day for the assignment? Plus we'll provide a clothing allowance so you can dress professionally when needed. I'll let you know ahead of time if there's going to be a different dress code along the way. Also, and this is important, Andre will probably need about four months before he can resume doing all his duties. Thats the remainder of the U.S. tour, and possibly part of our over seas tour. Got a passport?"
"Yea, at home." The blue eyed bodyguard admitted. 'Wait, didn't they say three weeks just a few minutes ago? When did this assignment get so long? And why not just tell me the whole truth? Are they gonna see how I work out, maybe do some interviews for the international tour?' She wondered, but didn't let that show as she said "I'll send someone to pick it up for me. Anything else?"
"Yea, I'll need to know you can be discreet." Trina added.
"Always." The taller girl assured her.
"Good, cause I need to visit the little girls room as soon as we get to the sound check, and Trina here says I can't go alone." Tori chimed in.
"Welcome to the team." Ryder added. "I'll be calling the shots when we're out in public, but if you see something, don't be afraid to tell me, or act if it's already happening. We used to keep things kinda lose between me and Dre. He had a better understanding of growing threats, and I was better at letting the troupes know whats what."
He gestured to the SUV trailing after them. "In that car is the rest of Tori's traveling circus. We have Kasey, Tori's assistant, as well as Tweedledee and Tweedledum, also known as Ron and Bill. They're the rest of the close in security forces, or as you might generously call them, bodyguards. I'm afraid they're more like entourage then guards, good at looking tough, and fetching things, but not much else. But, lets not forget the other occupant of this car, Malcolm, Trina's assistant and the guy who used to have to go with Tori when she needed to wazz. He's gay, I think, so thats okay." He snapped his fingers at the other man, who'd been busy with something on his pad. "Yo, Mal, you are gay, right?"
"What, you need a blow job?" The assistant asked. "Not without a nice dinner first. Seriously, my sexuality is my business, and I don't stick my pen in the company ink."
Jade rolled her eyes. "Hi Mal, glad to be on the team." She extended her hand, which he ignored.
"Remember, no matter how much she whines, Tori's a big girl, and can roll up her own toilet paper." Malcolm said, then smiled towards the pop star. "We were in this high class restaurant, and the bathroom attendant offered to roll her paper. I swear, she was joking, but Tori's whined about it ever since."
"My first embarrassing secret." Jade joked. "Okay, looks like chiz I can handle."
"Don't say that." Tori snapped.
"What?" The pale girl asked. "I was only joking. I'd never reveal anything..."
"It's not that." Trina assured the bodyguard. "Tori hates the word Chiz. It's from an internet show, something really popular among a certain crows in New York. Unfortunately, her boyfriend uses it, a lot. He got the habit from his friends back when he was living in New York, trying out for youth rolls on Broadway." Her eyes lit up with understanding. "And your from jersey, so you'd use similar words, wouldn't you?"
"I was living in Jersey, but working in New York, when you contacted me." Jade replied. "So, this is a good start." She felt like she was reassuring herself, but smiled at the pop princess and enjoyed her first ride in a stretched limo.
They got to the venue and Jade was walked through the details of her job. Things changed a lot when they got to the concerts. The guards shifted from personal security to management, taking command of the security personal hired by the promoter and making sure Tori was safe from any the possible threats that could potentially happen. 'Lucky us, we have to worry about the unlikely as well as the obvious.' Jade grumbled as she was sent up into the rafters to check for possible threats.
"They sent you up to check the rafters, huh?" An older man said. He was checking the lighting, getting ready to shine his spotlight where it would be needed. "Can I tell you something? You see, this isn't exactly a gaping hole in security. There are only so many ways up here, and it's not like the camera's that watch those accesses are left unmanned. Security watches everyone who's sent up here, even keep the access points restricted to authorized personnel. Then, they patrols up here. And if thats not enough, then they have us, the backstage people they hire to run the lights and shit, they have us watching, keeping an eye out for anyone who's not supposed to be here. One of the many reasons they gave me a radio." He showed her his walkie talkie, as well as the ear piece that went with it. "They're probably just hazing you."
"Oh." Jade said, then checked his stuff for weapons anyways. "Sorry, but as much as I appreciate the advice, I had to make sure you weren't a threat. That way, I can trust you later. And isn't this shit automated?"
"You'd be surprised how much isn't." The older man said, his face breaking into a knowing smirk. "Television makes it seem like they've got everything computerized, and software can do everything. But thats a fucking lie, and we all know it. Her moves, as practiced as they are, could be disrupted by the shape of the stage, or a dancer making a mistake, or all kinds of stuff. You need us up here, on these platforms, shining lights down on her, so the fans can see every moment of the show. Human judgment, connected to the producer and director. It's the only way."
"So, how many of you guys are with the show?" Jade wondered aloud. She was watching the sound check, as Tori sang a few notes and made sure the equipment was working. Jade knew this time doubled as a chance for Tori and her people to go over the stage area once to see what needed to be changed, as well as find out if their setup had any dead spots for the lighting or sound. For Jade, it was her chance to keep watch on her starlet, given that there was no way for her to get back down in time if something did happen. "And are you part of Tori's crew?"
"Lots of people doing backstage shit." He said. "I work for the venue, or get hired on a case by case basis. I'm a flowspot operator, but I also do rigging, and whatever else they need me to do. Technically I'm a rowdy, a member of the stage crew. They often hire us on a case by case basis, working only the days we're needed, and then off to the next job. Saves you the cost of having us travel with you, wich is nice, cause we don't always travel so good."
"Wouldn't they want someone like you to travel with them?" The bodyguard asked.
"You'd think, but depending on the job, no. They just need me to know how to follow a spot, keep a spotlight on the person I'm told to, and go with it. Ever had a guitar solo go long?" He asked. "I've had a rock singer nailing a groupie backstage while I'm shining a light on the guitarist. But he took too long, so we had an unscheduled drum solo. That kind of shit you just can't plan."
"Thanks." Jade murmured as she made her way back down to the floor, a strange smile growing on her face. She liked that old man, even if she'd probably never see him again in her life. 'That story was priceless, yet very discreet. No names, just what happened.'
Once she was down from the catwalk, she found Tori laughing with Ryder about something. "Oh, Jade, how'd I look?" The singer asked.
"Small." Jade replied. "You had me up on the catwalk."
"And now you know whats up there." Ryder said, smirking. "Look, Jade, right now, Tori's about as safe as she's gonna get. The promoter, he's put a lot of effort in making sure the crew and security he hired is the best, or at least most trustworthy, available. It's his ass, and his insurance, on the line if something goes wrong tonight. So guess what, they're only letting people with the right badges in."
"And yet, they still give out badges to just about anyone." A new voice rang out. Ryder tensed as Trina ran across the stage towards them, trying to protect her sister from the newcomer. Jade instinctively stepped in the way, just in case.
Jade knew that voice. She'd seen his show, sponsored by DirtNow magazine. He was the proprietor and chief editor of Rabarazzi, one of the more highly rated web-shows, as well as a successful crossover to the entertainment channel. Robbie Shapiro walked the backstage area like he owned it. "So, Tori, have a moment to talk about what happened?" The gossip Guru asked. "Or do you even know?"
"I can't believe your that much of a vulture, to rip into her for..." Trina shut down, not wanting to give anything away. "You are here about the stabbing, right?"
"Yep." He said. "But I wouldn't fly out her unless I had something worth getting a direct interview. I could have used local talent for anything less, and trust me, it's far too easy to get a press pass for this place." He waved his pass at them. "So, Tori, did you know that the guys who tried to grab you were working for a middle eastern prince? My source says that one of them, and I won't say which one until the government says I can, wanted you as his bride. But they're not in the asking business, not with women, so he hired someone to take you."
"You know thats garbage." Tori shot back. "None of those cultures would support just taking a girl, then forcing her to be your wife."
"Some would." Ryder mumbled.
"But not a famous person, who could draw attention." Trina corrected him. "No, thats just a rumor, and Robbie's here to try and get Tori to react."
"I don't know what your saying, but I got what I wanted." The gossip monger said. "More then twenty four hours after nearly being abducted, and her boyfriend, her fiance, isn't here to comfort her. Did he even send flowers?"
Trina slapped herself for forgetting that detail. 'How could I?' She wondered. 'Guess I'm still in shock myself. But maybe there's still time. I need to contact a florist...'
"I'm not gay!" Tori shouted. Jade had absolutely no idea where that had come from, despite hearing the rumors, usually pushed by mister Shapiro himself.
"Says the starlet who's hiding behind a very attractive girl." Rob replied, noting how Jade was standing in front of the her charge. "And who are you, anyways? I'll bet you have an interesting story. Been traveling with miss Vega long?" He was still about ten feet from them, not getting any closer. But his eyes held her like he knew something, and she didn't like it.
Jade didn't say a thing, letting her employer do the talking. Still, her hand drifted towards her concealed weapons, only to remember she hadn't been allowed to wear them on the plane, and as yet had not taken the time to recover them. "As you know, one of Tori's bodyguards was hurt protecting her." Trina said, her voice very business like. "We've added a new bodyguard, and unlike some girls in the business we've chosen to have a female guard to stay close, in case Tori has to go someplace where they might not appreciate a guy barging in."
"Oh, then, welcome to the party, Miss…?" He tried to get Jade to speak. But the pale girl wasn't talking. "Not talking, huh? Doesn't matter. My instincts tell me your the story, and I love finding out the story. Every fucking detail." His smile seemed to grow, making everyone feel just a bit more uneasy.
"Robbie, this stopped being funny years ago." Tori splurted. "Why don't you send your little spy's to harass someone else, before I tell the world you used to use a puppet to interact with people, cause you were so sure they'd tear you apart if you didn't?"
"You could, but I never leave myself that vulnerable." Rob replied. "I saw a therapist, worked that issue out, and I'm not ashamed of my past. It's in my autobiography. Come on, Tori, you have to know, this isn't personal."
'Wait, do they know each other?' The raven haired girl wondered.
"Really?" The mega star shot back. "So this has nothing to do with me not spending time with you back in High School? I never abandoned you, I just got my big break, the one I, we used to dream about, and I moved on. Be a grownup and move on too."
"Tori, Tori, Tori, you have it all wrong." The gossip bloger said, an evil smile replacing the one he'd had just a moment ago. "This is my business now. I have no secrets that can be used against me, and that makes me very good at my job. But you are right about one thing, this is very much personal. I have a debt to even, and until I do, the friendship we had, it means nothing. Bodyguard, just so you know, I'm not a physical threat. I hate the idea that someone tried to hurt her. But I'm not a friend either. Just, do your job, keep her safe. I want her to live, succeed, just in an honest way. Tori, I'll be at the show tonight. You know, cause I always loved to hear you sing." It amazed the bodyguard when he walked away without the evil laugh.
"You went to school with that jerk?" Jade asked.
"Yea, him, Trina, Ryder and me all went to school together in Hollywood. Thats Hollywood California." Tori said. "We moved there from the other Hollywood so Trina could peruse her dreams of becoming a star."
"She's hired help." Ryder reminded the starlet. "You don't have to give her the back story."
"I was kinda a nerd, and so I hung out with Robbie." Tori continued, stopping to stick her tongue out at Ryder.
"Was Andre one of your friends?" Jade asked.
"We, Dre and me, we met on American Voice." She admitted. "He just barely failed the cut. They said they already had enough singers like him. Then his grandmother died, and so did his interest in being a musician. Did you know he used to write music?" The singer was starting to shake, tears slipping down her face as she loosened her grip on the pain and guilt she'd been feeling since the stabbing.
"Now I'm sorry I asked." The blue eyed girl remarked. "Look, you need to get psyched up for your show tonight."
"Relax." The older sister said, putting a hand on the pop star. "She always gets jazzed for her big performances. Just let her mourn for a moment. She's been holding this shit in, and it's time."
The small group stood there and watched as arguably the biggest pop star on the planet had a meltdown over her friend being hurt. "It was my fault, you know." She continued. "I had to spend some time with the fans. Take pictures, glorified selfies, and soak up their love for me. Andre, Ryder, everyone told me how dangerous that was, but how could my fans ever hurt me, you know?" Tori had slipped down to sitting on the floor, crying. The others in her show went about their business, ignoring the crying girl who was surrounded by her bodyguards and family.
Kasey was standing nervously near by. "Um, should we be doing something?" She asked.
"Trina gave us our marching orders." Malcolm replied. "But you might scrounge up a bottle of water for her. After that crying, she's gonna need it."
Jade, meanwhile, had pulled out her phone. "Miss Vega?" She tried to get Tori's attention.
"She likes to be called Tori." Trina reminded the new girl.
"Tori, I don't want to belittle your pain, cause I totally get it." The raven haired guard started. "But I have something on my phone, in the burn it if I die so no one ever finds out I have it files. Normally I'd rather die than admit I have this, but I suspect you'll find it helpful."
Tori kinda recognized herself from the picture. It was from her tour, three years ago, when she'd taken a break to both host and perform on Saturday Night live. In this picture, she was standing next to a girl that had to be Jade, among a dozen others, smiling with her hands out, hugging as many of her fans as she could. "I stood out in the cold for hours, just to get tickets to that show. It was a chance to see you do everything. I had to see it, to believe how good you were. And then, the day of the show, before going in, you stopped to pose with a bunch of us. Ten at a time, you must have posed with hundreds of us, but you did, and I kept this stupid picture as a reminder that you were as good as your reputation said. I know, it's stupid, I never once claimed to have met you, cause we never did meet. I was just a face in the crowd…." Her voice faded.
"I must have been exhausted." Tori said, a quick sniffle keeping her together. "I mean, how the fuck did I not remember that face? Okay, you were bundled up, so I wasn't intimidated by your curves, but that face, those eyes, how the hell didn't I remember those eyes?"
It was Jade's turn to smile. "Please, I was just a fan, waiting to have her moment with the star, and you gave it to me." That was when the bodyguard in her returned. "And yes, it was stupid. Back then, I carried scissors in by boot to protect myself. I could have done all kinds of things to you, and trust me, at that point in my life, ending it in a blaze of glory wasn't far from my thoughts. But you're so talented, and I wasn't going to take you away from the world."
"Thanks." The singer was looking at her now, meeting those blue-green eyes.
"But we can find a medium." The bodyguard continued. "Some place where you can have your fan time, and we can keep you safe. So, you can feel bad about Andre, and worry that he might not be the same, cause I know a guy, got stabbed, and he was never really the same. But at the same time, your friend was paid to keep you safe. It's what we do. And I'm sure he'd agree, it's far better to have one of us get stabbed, hurt, or even killed, then for you to be the one taken, hurt, killed, or worse. So, we good?"
"Yea." Tori said. "I still need a good cry, but I think I can make it to my dressing room." She allowed Ryder to help her to her feet. "And Jade… Send me a copy of that picture."
"Should have let her cry herself out." The blue eyed girl mumbled to herself as she trailed the others to the dressing room.
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Okay, I know, this is a stadium tour, and stadiums doesn't usually have rafters. However, I'm assuming a dome. (And if they don't have rafters, then FINE! It just fit the moment.)
How's that for an interview. But, I think Jade is proving her worth. Is it wrong that I feel sorry for Tori, her trying to maintain the image she's worked so hard for, while feeling a bit of guilt about what happened to her friend. Oh well.
So, thoughts, comments, questions, feel free to leave a comment below.