~Laura's POV~

I watch the concert, awestruck. Don't get me wrong, I loved their music when I heard it before. But there's something about the dynamic of a live concert that is just wonderful. All too soon though, the setlist is shortening and Hold On Till May is approaching.

I won't say that I'm nervous, really. More apprehensive than anything else. The guys have made me feel really confident about myself and my abilities, at least for this. I give them props; that is no easy feat, making me feel good about things.

The one thing I'm very proud of is my outfit, surprisingly. Vic has been helping me prepare for this, style wise especially. I'm wearing a magenta lace corset dress with black ribbon on the back holding the corset together that falls just above my knees, leather studded ankle boots, and my hair is the most teased it's ever been. I actually feel pretty and I think, happy.

Happiness. Overall, I find it to be a very overrated concept. But then again, it could just be from my lack of experience with it.

Suddenly, I'm being handed a microphone and the familiar chords begin. The last "3-2-1, where did it go?" before my part is the cue for me to walk up and join Vic. The time between the start of the song and that cue is definitely an oxymoron - short eternity.

I steady my breathing and take confident steps, getting nudged by Tony as I pass him.

"And she said..." Vic smiles at me encouragingly.

I hold the mike up to my face and let loose with the emotion of the song. "If you were me, you'd do the same. 'Cause I can't take anymore, I'll draw the shades and close the door. Everything's not alright, and I would rather..."

I reopen my eyes and grin, getting a wild reaction from the crowd. I harmonize with Vic on the last chorus and get mighty cheers as I wave and start to make my way off stage. Jaime grabs me around my waist and plants a kiss on my cheek.

My mind freezes but my legs keep moving and suddenly I'm falling right on the edge of the stage.

Complete faceplant.

My dress must be pale in comparison to the color covering my exposed skin as I stand up and rush off the stage, trying to ignore the pain in my right arm.

"Fuck." I hiss, once my microphone's taken away and I'm sitting down. I take a second to actually look at my arm and almost faint at the sight of the bone poking out slightly.

The guys come off stage and wrap me in a group hug, cheering, but stop as soon as I cry out in pain.

"Holy shit!" Tony exclaims, after seeing my arm.

"C'mon, I'm getting you to the hospital. Let's go." Jaime states, gripping my uninjured hand and leading me out of the venue to a cab.

~Jaime's POV~

I can't believe I did that.

I cannot believe I just did that.

Apparently, Tony can, because he's grinning and winking at me from the opposite side of the stage while I laugh at whatever joke Vic makes about it being our last song. We close with Yeah Boy and Doll Face, quickly leaving to go see Laura and get cleaned up.

Unfortunately, as we have our regular group hug she cries out in pain. We look to see what's the matter, and the bone of her right arm is sticking almost straight out. It must have happened after I kissed her and she fell.

I say I'll take her to the hopsital and lead her outside to a cab, quickly giving the driver instructions to get us there and helping Laura get as comfortable as possible.

It's funny though, all this drama and important events going on and all I can think about is that one small kiss, on the cheek even. I can't tell if she jut wasn't expecting it, or if it meant something to her too.....I just keep going back to Tony hinting that she liked me as well. It's hard to believe but at the same time it's all I want to be true.

I pay the cabbie, thanking him and quickly escorting Laura through the emergency doors. They take care of getting her into surgery almost immediately. I call Tony and let him know that I'm going to wait here for her to get out and finish recovery before bringing her back to the bus. He responds, reminding me that it's fine because we have the day off in this city tomorrow.

After what feels like a lifetime, but is really about an hour and a half, I'm called back to go see Laura because she's woken up. I thank the doctor briskly, only concerned with seeing Laura.

"Hey there short stack!" I greet her, ruffling her hair.

She shakes her head and lets out a raspy giggle. "Sorry, Jaime. I'm very tired. I think I'm gonna..." and she's asleep.

I laugh lightly and sit in the chair by her bedside, falling asleep a bit myself. I awake about twenty minutes later to the sound of my name. I turn and see it's Laura, but she's still asleep. Is she...dreaming about me?

"Oh Jaime....I love you too." She whispers in her sleep.

Well, this changes things.