~Dean

I was have to hold back all my angry. I got off the bus once we stopped in the city that I'll be performing in. I looked back at Kenny. He didn't know that his dad was here. I don't want to tell him but he should know.

"Hey Kenny. What will you do if you see your father again?" I asked him.

"Um... I don't really know. Why?" Kenny asked, looking at me confusedly .

"I just wondering," I said, acting normal as I could.

"Dean, are you okay?" he asked, seeing right through my little front.

"Not really," I admitted.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Kenny asked. I debating on telling him.

"If I told you I know where you dad is at this moment. Would you be mad?" I asked, looking at the ground.

"No, I would asked you where he is. So, do you know where he is?" he asked, walking up to me slowly.

"He staying at the same hotel as us but that's all I know," I whispered.

"Thanks Dean," Kenny said, "But we should go check into the hotel before we get set up."

"You're right about that. I wanted to let you know before I go on and perform," I said. I remembered that there was something but I should wait until we are in the hotel room.  I went to check in with Kenny behind me.

~Kenny

Dean told me my dad was here. I god, what would I do if I see him here. Speaking of which I heard a voice that I haven't heard since I was four. I looked behind me to see the man that left my mom and me.

"Dean," I said, tugging on his shirt.

"Kenny? What is it?" Dean turn towards me. I pointed behind me, "Oh okay I'll hurry up."

"Thanks," I whispered. I looked anywhere but where he was.  I let my gaze land on him. I felt so much pain and hatred. I don't know what to do. I looked back towards Dean. Who was talking to the front desk.  I felt someone place on hand on my shoulder. I jumped.

"Haven't I seen you before," My so called father asked.

"Yeah," I growled.

"Where though?" He asked me. I felt anger raising to my throat, "Maybe on TV?"

"..." I didn't know how to respond.

"Kenny, we can go now?" Dean said, saving me from the man.

"Kenny?" The man said to himself. I turn towards Dean and walked away. I felt someone grabbed my wrist. I looked back and saw him, "Ken, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm on the show. You know about that plot twist?" I asked him, grinding my teeth.

"Yeah but that don't mean-"

"No that exactly what it means," I cut him off. I was pissed.

"Ken, who are you here with?" He asked.

"Does it matter?" I asked him.

"Yes," He said.

"Well you have no right to know," I said, walking away and towards Dean. I was shaking.

"Kenny, Wait I need to talk to you," He said catching up to Dean and I, "Dean West.  You're here with my son?"

"You have no right to call him that," Dean snapped.

"Yes I do,"

"NO YOU DON'T. NOT AFTER YOU LEFT MOM  AND ME, FOR HER,"I screamed, tears running down my face. 

~Dean

I saw Kenny with tears running down his face. He was really hurt.  I don't know what to do. I walked closer to Kenny. I heard my manger walking up to us. I saw Malila Baize walking up to us.

"What's wrong, sweetheart," She asked, her husband with three kids following her.  Kenny stared at her. 

"Kenny, we should go to our room," I suggested.  Kenny nodded and walked off towards our room.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," I said, walking after Kenny. I saw him slumped next to the room door, "Kenny, are you okay?" I asked him.

"...No," He said, covering his face.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him.

"No," Kenny said, trying to hold back his tears. I don't know what came over me but I walked closer to him and sat down in front of him and pulled him into a hug. I could feel him hugging me back. He let out the most heartbreaking cry.

"It's okay, let it all out," I said, rubbing his back. I heard footsteps coming closer to us. I looked over towards the sound. I saw Miss Jackson standing there.

"How is he?" She asked.

"I don't know," I said, pulling  Kenny closer to me.

"It must be hard for him," Miss Jackson whispered.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Guys, you know I still can hear you," Kenny said, making both Miss Jackson and me jump.

"Sorry," I said, looking at him.

"It's fine and for how I am. I'm angry maybe pissed but I'll get over it," Kenny said, putting his head against my shoulder.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked Miss Jackson.

"Well, it don't start until four but we have an hour before we set up. I suggest that you tow stay in the hotel and rest up," She said, crossing her arms.

"Okay that sounds like a good plan," I said, looing at Kenny.

"And remember this is the first round of the competition  that means the others are here as well,"  she reminded me.

"Well, great that means I have to deal with her," I sighed, hating my exists.

"Her?" Kenny asked.

"Oh right. Um... Her name is Marry. She is the one girl that Everyone think I'm going to be with but to be honest. They are totally wrong. She is nothing like what people write about her," I explain.

"Well that make two of us dealing with stressful people or events," Kenny chuckled. I smiled.

"You are right about that," I giggled.

"But remember boys there will be an after party and everyone have to attend to it even the judges. So, be careful and don't get into any trouble," Miss Jackson said, walking off. We nodded and went inside our hotel room.