(July 12, almost two months later)
"Chris, stop it! WILL you stop!"
Chris ran across the stage, holding up a piece of something Justin needed to but his cornrows in.
"Chris, if you don't give that back to me, I'm NOT going to give you any mercy!"
Chris started to laugh as Justin walked onto the stage, half of his head in cornrows and half-just a big pouf ball.
"HEY GUYS? A little help here!"
Chris and Justin stood there staring at one another not knowing where the voice was coming from. While Chris was distracted, Justin grabbed his much-needed appliance.
"HELLO? I can tell someone was there…HELP ME!"
Chris walked towards the voice, and started cracking up, as he was who and what was yelling. Justin didn't quite understand until he looked up and saw Lance hanging from his opening set. Justin covered his mouth with his hand, hiding his giggling.
"Are you OK man?"
Lance crossed his arms; "Do I look like I'm OK? GET ME DOWN!"
(Later that night)
All the guys stood in a circle, kicking around the hackie sac.
"Five minutes, we have five minutes people, Guys…get in your positions."
The guys turned as they were called to perform. They all put on their harnesses and were rose to the top of the stage. The music of "No strings attached" sounded through the Pepsi Center they were playing at.
Lance closed his eyes and mumbled something to himself, "This is for you Ryan…"
With that the lights were turned on, and the boys were lowered starting their show, singing their hearts out to every one of the people in the audience. Lance, he sang to just one person. Ryan.
