Jane resulted in hiding in the van with a cup of warm water. She was practically swarmed when she walked into the venue which, to her surprise, overwhelmed her completely. It was possibly because she was tired or had a lot on her mind, but talking to everyone made her feel like she was suffocating. Somehow, her mind always went back to one thing though, and Jane sighed in frustration when Rob crashed her thoughts.

After checking the time, Jane hopped out of the van and entered a side door that led her directly to side stage. She did her sound check, trying her hardest to make sure her voice was okay, and then it was time. The band took the stage under the bright, warm lights, and as they all got situated, she looked to Rob, and her eyes lingered on him for a few moments. Maybe it was the outfit, maybe it was the drinks she had earlier, but he looked so [i]attractive[/i] as he sat there. It was as if she had a blindfold on all of these years, one Rob removed when he told her how he felt.

Memories of their friendship flashed before her eyes as she watched him tweak his drum set. Laughs, fights, tears, moments like their night on the roof. She couldn't decide whether the memories made her happy or sad, but Jane knew she didn't want to throw them away. And she knew right then that she couldn't bear to lose him no matter what they decided to do.

When she caught his gaze, she smirked and nodded, but a figure to the side of the stage in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Anna. She caught a cold stare from her, and instead of shooting one back, Jane shifted her focus on the crowd.

"Hey, everyone. We're In Bloom from Long Beach. "
The crowd cheered, and Jane used her fingers to clear her hair from her face.
"Look, I'm not gonna lie to you people. My throat fucking [i]hurts[/i], so if you know any of the words, help me out and sing 'em with me, yeah?"
The crowd cheered once more.
"Sick. Thanks."

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As soon as the show ended, Jane got off stage and dashed outside into the alleyway next to the venue, where she leaned up against the brick wall resting her hands on her knees and trying to catch her breath. Her voice was done, yet she managed to push through the show as if it were okay, and soon, a wave of nausea crash over her, and she threw up on the street. 

"Fuck," she squeaked after her stomach was done, and she wiped her mouth with an arm and looked both ways. Thank God. No people. No fans. No band. No [i]Rob[/i]. Jane wasn't sure what was happening to her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was all mental. She was completely consumed with not only the growing popularity of her band, but also with the fact that she would have to completely open up and spill her heart out. That wasn't what Jane did. Ever. 

She sighed and walked back to the van and got in the drivers seat as the trailer was loaded. Jane's thoughts were now on the past four days. She hadn't picked anyone up or fooled around with anyone since Rob confessed his feelings to her; it didn't feel right. But, she could feel herself growing antsy, and Jane knew when she got antsy, she usually ended up doing something stupid. 

Once everyone was in the van, Jane took off down the road and sighed. "Good job tonight, fellas. Every show we've played so far has been so solid. I love you guys," Jane admitted. She hadn't given them enough credit for what they did every night. For the band. For her. 

Once they arrived at the hotel, Jane looked to Rob as they stood at the side of the van. "We, uh, we don't have to hang out tonight if you're tired," she pushed out. Why was she so nervous to hang out with the man she spent the past six years with? It bothered her completely, but she tried to keep her demeanor calm, and she forced a smile as she grabbed her bag from the backseat and headed into the hotel and eventually up to her room, where she changed into a gray tank top and a pair of boxers she slept in. And of course, she showered and brushed her teeth (and prayed she wouldn't need to puke again that night.)

A cup of warm tea with honey and whiskey was prepared and steaming on the table as Jane opened the hotel room window and looked out at the dark sky, a sort of ceiling housing the bustling city below her. 

Jane jumped at the sound of her vibrating phone on the wooden nightstand.
"Hey, boss," Jane joked. It was Sam's dad.
"Hi, Jane. Sorry to bother you this late. Your numbers are still skyrocketing. I've been getting calls from radio station after radio station, even a few labels. It's amazing!" His voice was genuinely enthusiastic, and Jane matched it.
"That's awesome. Thanks for the update."
He cleared his throat. Of course that wasn't the only reason he called. "I heard there has been some...drama, for lack of a better word."
Jane sighed. "Everything's fine. We're okay."
"Alright." He didn't sound too convinced. "I need you to behave. God knows what articles they're already writing about In Bloom's wild front woman, we don't need any other bad press. And you know that you're going to have to convince them to write more music like the single. That ain't gonna work if you're breaking their hearts or getting fucked up and sleeping around. I need you to get it together."
His words cut her deep. "I've got it. Good night."

She abruptly ended the call, threw the phone on the bed, and rested her hands on the cold window sill. As much as they thought the tour would grant them more freedom, it looked as though the more attention they got, the more they would be micromanaged, but Jane never did well with people telling her what to do. It usually lit a rebellious fire in her, just like the one she was feeling right then.