Chance made it through the VIP and concert with no one the wiser to what he's been dealing with. His performance even surprised the guys, it was flawless, maybe a bit too flawless they all thought. Was this the beginning of some of the changes he warned them about, the personality changes?

As usual after each performance the guys usually head out to a local bar or restaurant to wind down. Tonight they chose to hang out at the hotel bar. That way if anyone were to over indulge they wouldn't have far to travel back to their rooms. Nate went out to the buses to invite the drivers and crew to join them for some food and drinks.

Chance joined the guys, he felt a little tired, but he had pushed through everything else tonight, he knew he could do this, he needed to. Tim and Austin sat down at the same table with him, as Rob and Adam went to the bar to grab a menu and asked for a waitress. The rest of the group arrived shortly thereafter, filling the entire restaurant. 

Adam grabbed two more chairs for him and Rob sliding them to the table. He wanted to be sure it was just the five of them at the table. He planned on enjoying the night but in the event Luke actually showed up he wanted to be sure to keep him away from Chance. Nate and the other guys moved their tables a bit closer, as if to surround the guys protectively. Chance and Tim both looked around with a raised brow "What the hell, the wagons are surrounding us" Tim commented. Chance and the others laughed, but agreed that's what it felt like.

After a few hours and a couple of drinks, Chance felt he couldn't stay awake any longer. "I'm going to head up to my room" he told Tim. "You alright" Tim asked as he sat his drink on the table. "Yeah, just a long day, that's all" he responded with a yawn. "Ok, need anything, call me" Tim told him. "Yes Dad" Chance laughed as he tapped him on the shoulder. The others noticed as Chance started to walk away, asking Tim if he was ok, "yeah, just tired" he told them.

Chance got off the elevator on the eighth floor and for a moment couldn't remember which way to turn for his room. He wasn't drunk, he only drank two drinks. He felt in his pocket for his room key, looking at it, then at the numbers on the wall in the hallway he finally made his way down to his room. Once inside, sat in the chair in the living area of his suite. "What the fuck am I going to do" he said aloud to the empty room as tears started to well up in his eyes.