*Trisha*

"I've never been to Boston before," Casey admits when we pull up to the Venue. The Around The World tour bus pulls into the private entrance of TD Garden.

"You won't find better Italian food...unless you go to Italy, that is." Nate smiles, looking out the window at the buildings. How could I have forgotten his love for this city?

"This is probably one of the few places where Nate actually cheats on his diet," I smirk and nudge him in his side. "Tomorrow we will have time to walk around and sightsee.  And yes, Playboy, eat. But today's meals are through the catering company."

Evan leads the way off the tour bus and into the back entrance, where everything is already set up for us. The food, workout area, video games, soccer net.. all the things celebrities require to have fun while on tour. Leslie meets us in the rec room of the facility.

"We'll go over the agenda during over lunch sound good?" She hands me a binder and sits down on the couch, ready to rock and roll. That's the thing with Leslie. She's just like me. On top of everything.  A planner to the max. But I have a feeling when Leslie sees my revisions she may not be as happy as she is right now.

Evan is staring at me, reading my mind and I furrow my brows. He's making shit obvious! He heard how things went down over the phone with Richard. He knows I'm stressed out about this. But he also knows he needs to keep his damn trapper shut. It's his job to protect Nate, not stress him out.

I give him a look to knock it off and make my way over to the lunch buffet. Once we all have our food, we sit together for our meal. It's nice....how well we get along. How we all enjoy each other's company the way we do.  A part of me feels guilty knowing Paul is stuck in L.A. dealing with Julia. And James... God I miss "James The Receptionist."

"I swear you need to get that checked out." Nate scoffs, watching Jonah take a bite of what appears to be a double-decker sandwich. "You only came on tour with me for the food, didn't ya?"

Jonah smirks and little mother hen Casey wipes a dab of mustard from the corner of his mouth with her napkin. It's the sweetest little gesture and makes me all warm and tingly, hoping some day I will find a love like that. 

"Ok, lets get right to it. Here's what the agenda looks like for the next 24 hours." I pull out the sheet, walk over to where Leslie is sitting to hand her a copy and then head back to the table. I refrain from looking at her. This is not the agenda she had printed up. Not at all.

"Trisha..." She looks down at the sheet, her eyes wide. "Where is everything?"

"This needed to be done." I sit next to Nate at the table and hold the sheet out for him to see. "Earth to Hollan... are you even listening to me?" I wave the paper in front of Nate's face. He isn't even paying attention.

"Sorry, what was that, Love?" Nate blinks a few times, clearly lost in his own world.

"Love nothing. Pay attention."

"And start eating....." Jonah adds.

"Did Richard ever say anything about you cancelling shit the other day?" Nate asks and I bite my bottom lip, feeling Evan's eyes on me.

"No. Nothing." I shove in a mouthful of salad, preventing me from talking.

"You're lying to me." Nate cocks his head to the side and studies my face.

"Can't talk- mouth full of food. See ya."  I shove another forkful in my mouth, grab my plate and walk away from the table to sit with Leslie on the couch. 

"You cancelled all his promos? And Richard knows this?" Leslie whispers so no one else can hear but my eyes are on Evan, making sure he doesn't tell Nate how stressful it was. Last thing Nate needs is to worry about more shit,

"You know something, Scofield." Nate turns to the bodyguard who remains stone faced and emotionless.

"Sir? My job is to be your bodyguard." Evan straightens his back. 

"Well, I don't know about you, but I wanna know what the Agenda is while we're here. I've never been to Boston!" Casey exclaims and slides the paper over so she can see it. She furrows her brows, looks over at me, and back at Jonah.

"What?" Nate grabs the paper from Casey and I realize I'm now holding my breath. He practically jumps out of his chair and swivels around to face me.

"Trisha! What the hell is this?!"

"Well, if you were actually paying attention and listening to me-"

"It's blank! There's nothing to fucking pay attention to!" He looks back down at the sheet in disbelief. "Please tell me you didn't cancel more promos."

"You need to slow down, Playboy." I try to keep my voice steady. Leslie gulps, hard. 

"You realize I still have to go back to L.A. and deal with Richard, right?" The schedule slips from Nate's hands and hits the floor. He's pacing now, dragging his fingers through his hair. "This is my career. I'm under contract. And I'm already in hot water over that one day you pulled."

I get up and head to Nate but he throws his hand out, shaking his head at me.

"No. I can't believe you did this. Richard is gonna-"

"He's gonna get over it, sweetie. Ok?" I push his arm down and put my hands on his shoulders to stop his pacing.

"But-"

"I'm handling it. All you have to do is smile and look pretty and fucking sing on that stage, ok?"

"What about all the promos scheduled?"

"I told you, I'm handling it." I smile nervously. "Nate, relax."

"Trish.." His shoulders slump down in defeat. He knows I've got a handle on this. 

"Get on that stage and sing your heart out playboy. I'll deal with the rest, ok?"

Surprisingly, Nate throws his arms around me and gives me a hug. "Thank you." He whispers into my hair. I knew he needed this. He needs more rest than Richard is allowing. I knew once Nate got it through that thick beautiful head of his he would be grateful.

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*James*

I'm pulled away from the waves and into the darkness. I hear her voice. I hear everyone's voices.

Yet I can't seem to open my eyes. 

"Our Father, who art in Heaven..."

Cara! It's Cara and she is reciting the Lord's prayer to me! I've been working with her memorizing this specific prayer. She doesn't make one mistake. Not one. Not even the ending which is what Cara was stumbling on the last few times.

"See? Got it right!" She exclaims. She's so excited. I want to see her, hug her. I smile, proud of Nate's little sister.

"OH MY GOD!" Julia's voice takes over my space. "Did he just...wait."

Yes sweetie. I'm here. I can hear you!

"Did he just smile?"

 I'm trying...  I'm trying to get back to you. I'm trying so damn hard.

I'm not giving up.

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