Rehearsal is going great, the sound is tight and the harmony is signature. Everyone is pleased with the sound and the choreography for tonight's show.

"Time for a break guys, I need a new chapstick" chuckles Adam. They all agree to take 15 minutes before coming back to discuss the video being planned for the next day. Chance decides this is the perfect time to make a call to Dr. Daniels for a new prescription without anyone disturbing him or overhearing his call.

"Dr. Daniels office, how may I help you" responds the receptionist on the other end.

"Hey Heather" says Chance. "Oh my gosh, is that you Chance, where are you , how have you been, you're ok right?" she replies. "Sis, hold up I'm fine" he chuckles on the other end, smiling over how excited his sister was to hear his voice.

Heather had decided at an early age she was going to work in the medical field someday. She was always "doctoring" her dolls and the family pets when she was younger. Once she realized what Chance was going through she felt even stronger that that was the field she needed to enter. She couldn't bear to see her brother in pain when they were younger and wanted so desperately to find a way to help him.

"So what can I do for you today sir" she laughs. He tells her he only has a few minutes before he needs to return to the rehearsal but that he needs to get a refill on the prescription for his headaches.

Worried she asks, "are you following Dr. Daniels orders, you know watching your diet and alcohol intake?"

He says, "jeeze Heather if wanted to be mothered I would have called Mom".

"Don't get snippy with me sir, I can still kick your butt if need be". They both laughed.

He tells her he is behaving, and that he just wants to be sure he has another refill now before they continue the tour in the event he doesn't stay in one place long enough for a delivery.

She tells him she will put his request on the top of Dr. Daniels desk as soon as she's done with their call. Then says "Chance, just so you know, Dr. Daniels is thinking about retiring. You may have to see someone else to get your prescription".

He is silent for a moment, thinking who could he possibly trust after all these years with Dr. Daniels. He's treated him since he was 8 years old when the dreaded, painful hell began.

"Chance? Chance? you still there" says Heather. " Uh, yeah sorry sis I've gotta head back. Text me later with when I can expect the refill. Gotta go, love ya". "Love you to Chance" she replies as they both hangup the phone.