madelyn7755 here's your second part, honey bun! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I have no claim whatsoever to the stores/businesses/other affiliations mentioned in this story. I don't own the song used, either.

I love you all, my darlings!

It was a few months later that your album dropped, and holy shit, you were surprised by the love it received. It quickly climbed to the top of the iTunes and Billboard charts. Millions sold out in stores like Target and Walmart. The success was overwhelming and incredibly exciting. You didn't have too much time to celebrate, however. At least, not privately. You were instantly booked for radio shows, interviews, and performances, one right after the other. It seemed never-ending, and though you thoroughly enjoyed being able to perform in front of such large audiences, it was nerve-racking. You were a guest on fucking Ellen, for God's sake. How one could possibly prepare to be on Ellen, nevertheless refrain from fangirling while there, was unknown to you.

That was why, when the company approached you to schedule a tour, you weren't surprised. You were actually kind of thankful. It would be nice to be able to relax a bit, at least in the way of press and such. It would still be difficult to keep your energy up. Performing every weekend, or even every other day, would surely drain you, mentally and physically. It wasn't going to be easy. But, then again, nothing good ever came easy, and you were more than willing to work for your success, especially if it meant pleasing the people that brought your success upon you. You couldn't wait to meet the fans. If that meant a few sleepless nights, then so be it. You would live.

The process of planning the tour didn't take too terribly long, considering the amount of people the company brought in. Your crew expanded exponentially. There were so many different individuals, each assigned to their own specific task. Your head threatened to explode with the names you attempted to remember. It was fruitless, in the beginning, but you hoped that with time, the group would get to know one another. You promised yourself not to become one of those stars that thought they were so much more than those around them, especially the people that "worked" for them. You wanted to try and treat everyone equally. Your good-natured attitude wouldn't allow for anything less.

When you alerted your family about going on tour, they were more than happy for you. They promised to come to some of your shows, and you agreed to reserve tickets for them if they let you know in enough time. Some of your friends called and congratulated you on the album, and they, too, were thrilled with the news of the tour. Most of them requested signed merchandise. You would chuckle and agree, at least if they said they would pay for it. Overall, life was good. A bit overpowering, sure, but good.

Of course, just when it seemed things were calming down and settling, a new part that you hadn't known was ordered came in, requiring your immediate attention. "We were thinking of having Pentatonix join you for your first couple of shows. They can offer tips and tricks of tour life and how to keep the crowd engaged."

Pentatonix? You were actually going to go on tour with Pentatonix? You could hardly believe it, and you called Kirstie up as soon as you could. "Kirstie! Have you heard? Apparently, we're going on tour together!"

Kirstie squealed. "I know! They came to us the other day and suggested we help you settle in, sort of. You know, basically be there to offer support and whatnot. It's going to be so fun! I wanted to tell you beforehand, but they said they had to double and triple check, to make sure it would work out. I guess they didn't tell you until now because it took a while to finalize."

You snorted. "I don't even care. I'm touring with you guys! It's going to be so much fun!"

Kristie giggled. "You say that now, but you haven't even had choreo practice yet, have you?"

"What?" you asked, perplexed.

"You know, choreography. Like, dancing?"

You squeaked. "What? I have to dance? I can't dance! I have two left feet! Seriously, what am I going to do?"

Kirstie laughed. "Oh, God, honey. You have a lot to learn."

"Apparently, I do." You sighed. "Well, I can't actually talk too much longer. I wanted to go check on a possible set design and some outfits. I'll be in touch, Kirstie. Take care!"

"Take care, (Y/N)! See you soon!"

The months leading up to tour were so hectic you couldn't keep up with the days. The only reason you remembered to eat and sleep was because the band would nag you until you caved. Those men were your brothers, and they wanted nothing more than to make sure you were taking care of yourself. It was just too easy to immerse yourself into the long to-do list that you forgot to take care of the number one priority, you.

"Did you manage to sleep at all?"

You glared at Avi and shuffled, pulling nervously at the hem of your short skirt. "Of course not, Kaplan. Don't you know how much I've been stressing about this tour?"

Kevin placed a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, everything's going to go smoothly. This will be great. Can't you hear those fans?"

It was true. The fans in the stadium were screaming and hollering loudly. The noise was both boosting your adrenaline and fueling your anxiety. "They're here for you guys, not for me."

Mitch snorted. "Honey, they aren't here for us. They're here for you! You're the main attraction!"

"And you're going to slay it," Scott interrupted.

"We haven't been practicing for hours for nothing," Kirstie added. "It'll be fantastic. You'll see."

A crew member popped into the room you all had been warming up in. "Pentatonix goes on in five."

You walked with the group to the stairs leading up to the stage. You joined the group's prayer and silently cheered them on as they went on stage.

About twenty minutes into their set, they invited you up on stage. You smiled and bounced onto the stage, the crowd going absolutely wild. You gazed, wide-eyed, at the sheer amount of people in the seemingly small room. You knew for a fact it was rather large, as you had scoped it out before they opened it up for seating. To imagine the number of people that must be there, all of them cheering for you...you almost forgot what you were supposed to be doing. Luckily, you managed to cross the stage and stop between Mitch and Kirstie, slightly in front of the whole group. Scott was behind you, and Avi and Kevin completed the semicircle by curving around at the ends.

The lights dimmed, and you smiled as you began singing the first part of "Control" by Halsey. You and the group had decided to do a cover of the song, seeing as it would be new for both you and them. It was difficult at first, being a rather electronic and dark song, but Pentatonix put in their own twist, making the song their own unique style. Your vocals fit perfectly with the medley they created, and it was magic. The crowd certainly seemed to enjoy it, if the deafening screams and hollers were any indication.

After the song, you joined in on two of Pentatonix's originals, and the rest of the show was yours. Each of them hugged you and wished you luck before heading backstage to do whatever they wished. If you had to guess, Scott and Mitch would open up a bottle of champagne, Kirstie would text Jeremy or hang with Nicole, and Avi and Kevin would do...well, Meat and Potatoes weren't nearly as predictable as the others. Though, Kevin might do a #KOCorner if he was feeling inspired, and Avi would find the nearest food and devour it. You almost wished you could run off of the stage with them and join them in their fun.

But for now, the stage and lights were yours. The attention of the crowd was trained solely on you, and it was your responsibility to give them the best damn concert you possibly could. So, you threw yourself into the music that had been ingrained in your very soul. Your body seemed to automatically move to the choreography, steps that you had practiced multiple times before. You engaged the crowd, smiling and waving whenever someone yelled your name between songs. You pushed your emotions into the words, and it was effortless to connect with the fans around you. It was surreal, really. You didn't feel like you were on stage, performing for thousands. In fact, you weren't sure your spirit was actually in your body to being with. It was all so fast, so passionate. It was also a hell of a lot of fun and adrenaline.

As with all enjoyable things, the show came to an end before you realized it. You accepted the praise for a few moments, grinning widely and bowing playfully. You made sure to gesture to your band, wanting them to be included in the praise. After all, you were only the voice, one part of a whole. They deserved just as much credit as you if not more. You all stepped offstage together, and hugs and congratulations were shared vehemently.

Pentatonix was there when you managed to escape further backstage and grab a bottle of water. "That was amazing!" Scott said, swinging you up into his arms in a hug.

Kevin wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a side hug. "See, nothing to worry about. It was great, wasn't it?"

You giggled and nodded. "I can quickly become addicted to that. Is it like that every time?"

Avi gave you a short hug and replied, "Oh, it gets better. Trust me."

Kirstie grabbed your hands, and the two of you danced around like little girls. "You were so pretty! And you danced flawlessly!"

You blushed. "I don't know how you do it in heels all of the time. I was so grateful to be able to change into flats halfway through."

Mitch pinched your cheek playfully, "Aw, the little superstar is growing up so fast."

You lightly smacked his hand away, pouting. "You and Hoying had better not have taken all of the alcohol. I had called dibs on the Smirnoff, remember?"

"Don't you worry! We have plenty left on the tour bus! Let's go!"

The six of you headed out to meet with the remaining fans, singing posters and taking pictures. Once you stepped foot onto the tour bus Mitch, Kirstie, and Scott were sharing, you flopped down onto the couch and groaned. "I don't think I'm going to be able to make it back to my bunk tonight."

"I wouldn't worry about it. We can always ask someone to haul you there if we can't wake you up."

"Yeah, what are good tour partners for, after all?"

You smiled and began to drift off. "Rain check on alcohol? I'm exhausted."

Scott smiled. "Sleep, hun. You deserve it."

Just before you drifted off, you got Mitch's attention. "Oh, Mitch? We're all friends."

Kirstie smiled. "Friends first; tour partners, second."

Yep, tour was certainly going to be interesting, and you would make sure to enjoy every single second of it.