Warnings: Angst, angry!Tyler

Word Count: 2049

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you enjoy this chapter today :)

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I idly drew doodles in the margins of my notepad as the team droned on about some matter that didn't really concern me. My head was so heavy on my hand that I knew it would leave a mark when I finally pulled away, but I didn't care. Next to me, Josh actually seemed to be paying attention, but he was still drumming his fingers on the table. I liked the beat.

Another song lyric floated through my brain, so I quickly wrote it down beneath the others before it got away from me. Lately, it felt like the only thing these meetings were good for was coming up with fragments of song lyrics and making my throat sore. Nothing else productive ever seemed to get done.

"We got the visuals back from the artists. I have some stills here, but you should all be receiving an email tonight with the full videos for review."

Now this actually seemed interesting. I scribbled down the words "visual review" in the corner of my page, ripped it off, and stuck it into my pocket. Nobody seemed to notice.

"We think that the visuals are adequate, but not exactly as we intended."

We?

"And as a result, we're thinking about cutting the payment of the artists. This will also save us some room in the budget to put elsewhere."

I leaned forward in my chair. People's eyes immediately went to me, anticipating what I was about to say.

"Cutting the artist's pay? How do we know if their work is 'adequate' or not if my team hasn't even had a chance to do a full review?"

"Well our artistic board-"

"Exactly, your artistic board. Last time I checked, your artistic board isn't the one putting on a show," I said. "And no matter how we feel about the visuals, the artists did the work and deserve full payment for their time and effort."

"But they didn't deliver-"

"They did. The visuals were done to the best of their ability and provided by the deadline that we gave them. We're giving them full payment and my team can decide whether the work is satisfactory or not."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Joseph, but then we're going to have to raise ticket prices to make up for the losses."

"What is all this crap about raising ticket prices?" My voice was getting louder now. "We gave you the budget months ago! Everything was laid out with enough money to cover all costs and keep ticket prices exactly where we wanted them, but your company decided to put things off until it didn't work anymore." Josh reached out and put a hand on my back. My shoulders relaxed, but my voice remained raised. "Our fans are not in charge of paying the price for your poor choices. That art looks fantastic and, if I'm being honest, the only people here that aren't delivering satisfactory work is you."

I stood up then, sending my chair flying out behind me. Josh's hand fell away from my back. I turned on my heel and headed for the door, still fuming.

"Where are you going?" someone asked. I couldn't place the voice.

"I'm taking a break. I'll be back in ten."

I walked down the hallway, unsure of where I was going, until I found a sign marked with the stairs. My hands were curled into fists at my side until my nails were digging into my palms. It had been a long time since I was this angry, but the stupidity of the company we had chosen to put on this tour was sending me over the edge. Tour was only a week and a half away and it still felt like we had more loose ends than we did answers.

Most of all, I hated that this was what I was missing out on time with my family for.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and immediately dialed Y/N's number. She would know what to say to get me calm again before I walked back into that conference room. My leg bounced as the phone rang, alleviating only a small portion of the emotions I was feeling. They were quickly getting overwhelming.

"Tyler?" she answered. Just that simple word was enough to release some of the tension in my shoulders.

"Hi, love."

"What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting right now?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Yes, but it's not going well. I just blew up on the company representative."

"Oh no," she sighed. "What are they trying to get you to do today?"

"Raise ticket prices again! It doesn't matter how many times I tell them I don't want to do that, they won't let it go."

"Ty, hey, it's ok. At the end of the day, you still have the power in this situation."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Is there somewhere else that you can cut costs a little bit? Weren't you talking about maybe switching out some of the fancier effects for something a little simpler?"

"Yeah, there's definitely places that we could do it, they just don't like to listen to those ideas as much. It's hard to convince them that it would actually help the budget."

"I know, but it's worth a shot. It's like I've been saying, you and Josh just need to team up and get your ideas in there. Plus, you have Mark to back you up too. The power is there."

"I'll talk to them before the next meeting and really get things solid. I hate to ignore the progress that we are making, but the problems just feel so much bigger right now."

"You're going to get this worked out, Ty. I know you will. Think of how much you've been through to get here. Even if, at the end of the day, things don't work out exactly how you want them to, you know people will be happy as long as you're there singing the songs with them. You were popular even before you had the big productions."

I sighed. "You're right. I'll try to keep that in mind. I just get so wrapped up in this vision that Josh and I created that I forget it's the music that really matters. Thank you."

"Of course. I know the show is going to be great no matter what you end up doing."

"You always know the right thing to say," I smiled.

"It's a talent of mine," she laughed.

"I just wish that I wasn't stuck at this stupid meeting today."

"It's ok, Ty," she said, but I could tell that her tone had changed. "You're doing important band stuff. We'll have a break soon enough."

"I hope so."

Our conversation was interrupted by the door to the stairs swinging open. Josh's head poked through the door, quickly scanning the area. Relief came over his face as soon as he saw me.

"There you are. We need you back in the conference room. Things are happening."

"Ok, let me finish this up and then I'll be there."

Josh nodded and disappeared again, letting the door swing shut behind him. I waited for it to fully close before I started talking to Y/N again.

"Sorry about that. Josh showed up."

"I heard."

"Anyway, I guess they need me back there."

"Time to let you go?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. I love you, and don't let them get to you, ok, Ty? I know you can find a way to put on the show you've been dreaming about."

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you too."

"Bye."

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"Did you remember that I'm going over to my parents' tonight for dinner?"

"I remember now," she laughed. It sounded forced.

"Ok."

"Good luck, Ty."

"Thanks."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I ended the call, now feeling a different sort of discomfort in my chest. It took me a moment to finally get off the steps and walk out the door back towards the conference room. My mind was running its endless loop of questions, but no matter where I looked, I came up with no answers. It felt like a weight in my head, dragging me further and further down.

I hadn't felt that way in a long time.

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The meeting finally ended around four that night. There was another one scheduled for the next day - which the company claimed would be the last additional meeting we had to schedule - although after today's events, I was feeling hopeful. They were finally starting to listen to the ideas that Josh and I had, helped along by the fact that Y/N had given me a new sense of confidence about the show. After a few more emails and phone calls, I was sure that things would finally start coming together.

My mom was the one to open the door when I knocked. She immediately pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tight enough that I nearly coughed. I didn't blame her, I had only been able to find enough time to see my family once since I had gotten home from tour a week and a half ago, and most of my siblings hadn't even been around. This time had been a little more planned so that Zack and Maddy would be able to stop by too.

"I've missed you so much," my mom said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"I've missed you too, Mom."

I went around and hugged each of my siblings and my dad. It was nice to have everyone together again for a family dinner. The last time we had a get together like this was before the Australian leg of the tour nearly a month and a half ago.

"Dinner is already ready, if you guys want to eat. I made it early since I figured you would be hungry after your meeting, Tyler."

"Thanks," I smiled.

Everyone stayed pretty quiet, aside from small talk, as we dished up our food. I was sure that my family was full of questions to ask me, but they knew better than to try and ask before I was settled at the table. Right now, my mind was on food and food only.

We eventually all sat down at the table in the places that we had been assigned since childhood. Once everyone was comfortable and had taken a couple bites of food, the questions slowly began to come out.

"How was your meeting today, Tyler?" my dad asked.

"It was alright. I kind of blew up on the representative today-"

"Tyler," my mom chimed in. Zack barely concealed a laugh.

"Mom, listen, it's only because they keep trying to make us raise ticket prices even though we've had the budget planned out for weeks. It didn't matter how many times I told them that wasn't going to happen, they kept insisting."

My mom kept a disappointed look on her face, but deep down I could tell that she knew I was right. From day one, she had always made sure that I knew staying true to myself was vital as I continued to pursue music. That advice had stuck with me since.

"Are they starting to listen though?" Maddy asked. "I mean, there's only like a week and a half until tour starts, right?"

"Yeah, they're finally coming around. Josh and I have been fighting with them pretty much all week, though. They're bringing us in for another meeting tomorrow."

"Another one?" Jay asked.

"They flew Josh in?" Zack chimed in right after.

"Yes and yes. That's how big of a problem all of this is."

"Geez," my dad said. "That sounds intense."

"It is. I'm barely hanging on by a thread here."

My mom reached over and reassuringly rubbed my shoulder. "You're safe here, Tyler. We're not going to let you fall."

I quickly glanced around the table to see that the rest of my family was nodding along with my mom. Warmth spread throughout my chest at knowing that they still had my back, even if I couldn't always make as much time as I wanted to for them. At the end of the day, they were still my family.

We're not going to let you fall.