"I’m nervous about going on the road guys…" Nick said, the day before their US tour kicked off. "I’m not. I love to perform!" AJ said. "Yea I think this is gonna be cool! I’ll get to see Nick!" Brian said excitedly. "You see Nick everyday…" Kevin said. "Not that Nick. My girlfriend Nick…" Brian said, "…Nicolette." He cleared up. "Oh…yea…that’s cool…" Kevin said. "Nick, I thought you’d be happy, you’ll get to see Francesca…" Howie said. "Yea…but I don’t know if she wants to see me…I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t…so I’m not even gonna try…" Nick said with a sigh. "Come here…" Lysa said, pulling Nick’s arm. She took him into the other room. "Listen to me." She said strictly, "That girl needs an explanation…and you are going to give her one! Do you understand…" Lysa said. "Whoa…someone’s in a bad mood…" Nick said. "Do you understand? Nick she loves you…she’s just mad…and she has a right to be…" Lysa said. "I know…I just think that whatever I say…she’s not gonna believe…then I’ll ruin it again…" Nick said. "You just have to talk to her…be your normal self…she’ll forgive you eventually…" Lysa said. "Ok, I’ll give it a shot…" Nick said, "Thanks." He said, giving Lysa a hug. "Hey you! Touchin my woman!" AJ joked, coming into the kitchen. "Sorry Age…" Nick apologized.
"I’m nervous guys…" Nick said, as the bus sped down the highway. "Nick we’ve been on tour for two months, and you’re still nervous?" Brian asked. "I’m not nervous about performing, it’s cuz we’re going to Seattle…" Nick explained. "Do you think Fran will come to the show?" he asked. "I’ll get her to come don’t worry…" Lysa said. "How much longer til we get there?" AJ called to the front of the bus. "We’ll be there early tomorrow morning…" the driver called. "Well I’m gonna try and get some sleep…" AJ said, getting up off of the couch to head for the bunks. "Night…" Lysa said, blowing AJ a kiss. "Good night…" AJ replied, catching the kiss and blowing one back to her.
The next morning the bus pulled up to a hotel in the middle of Seattle. "We’re here." The bus driver called. "When do we have to be at the arena?" Nick asked, as they took their stuff up to their rooms. "I think at 3." AJ said. "Oh ok…good…um Lys, could you give me directions to Fran’s house?" Nick asked. "Sure…or do you want me to come along…I’ll drive." Lysa said. "If AJ doesn’t mind…" Nick said, looking over at AJ for an answer. "You can go if ya want…" AJ said to Lysa. "Ok…cool…" Lysa said. "Meet me in the lobby in 20 minutes…" Nick said, going into his room.
An hour later Nick found himself standing at Francesca’s front door. He took a deep breath and then knocked. No one answered. He walked back to the car he had rented. Lysa rolled down her window, "What’s up?" she asked. "No one is home…" Nick said, looking back at the house. Lysa got out and went up to the door with him, and he knocked again, "The car is here…someone should be home…" Lysa said, looking in the front window. A couple of minutes later a truck pulled into the driveway. A tall dark man got out. "Mr. Graziano!" Lysa said, running over to him. "Little Lysa! I haven’t seen you for a LONG time…" he said, giving her a hug. "I know…how have things been…" Lysa said, as they walked to the door. "Good…except for Francesca…she’s been upset for quite a while…some boy she’s making herself sick over…" he said, then looked up. Nick just stood there, feeling awkward, since he was that boy. "This is Nick." Lysa introduced, "Nick this is Francesca’s father…" she said, as they shook hands. "It’s nice to meet you." Nick said. "Likewise…so you are Nick…" he said, putting his key in the door. "Yes." Nick answered, slightly ashamed. "I think you owe my daughter an apology." He said, walking into the house, "Come on in." he said. They went inside and followed him into the living room. "Sit." He said, turning on a light. "When will she be home?" Nick asked. "She’s baby sitting her nieces…probably tonight…" her father said. "Oh…do you know if she has plans for tonight…" Nick said. "I don’t think she does…" he said. Lysa nudged Nick. "Um…can you give these to her…" he said, handing her father a ticket and backstage pass for the concert that night. "Sure…so you boys are playing here tonight…that’s why you’re in town?" he said, looking at the ticket. "Yea…" Nick said. "Ok…well I have to go back out, Lysa, you know Lisa’s number right? You can call Francesca if you want to…" Mr. Graziano said. "Yea I know it…thanks for letting us talk…" Lysa said, getting up from the couch. "No problem…" he said, showing them out.
