Rehearsal went well with no major problems except for her costume. When it came time for the actually show, Breanna ran to put on her first outfit but the waist was too tight. She told the designer 25 not 23 inches. Breanna ran back to the dressing room and had the waist let out. The designer swore that it was 25 inches but Breanna yelled at her. She was in no mood to argue with someone who wasn't doing their job right. "Bree! Knock that shit off, girl!" AJ stated as he looked Breanna in the eye. "Ego gets you nowhere. Stop it, now." He said as if he were talking to a child. Breanna exhaled realizing he was right as she ran onto the stage. She made a mental note to apologize to the designer later.

When the show was finished, Breanna was close to passing out. She felt like she was completely out of shape. AJ carried her out to the limo as a joke and partly because she was too tired to walk. That became the routine for every show. Out of 5 outfits she wore on stage, every few days one of them needed to be let out or taken in, AJ was always there to help her to the limo, and she was constantly having nightmares. AJ along with everyone else was tired of seeing Breanna always tired, always sad, always sick, and constantly arguing with everyone. Her mood swings were just too much to handle at times. AJ decided that it had to stop but he didn't know how he would approach the subject with Breanna.

On the third week and 15 cities later they were in Las Vegas. Breanna had been abnormally quiet while they drove through town towards the MGM Hotel. She stared out the tinted window of the limo while AJ sat across from her, watching her face for any sign of emotion. He could tell she was bottling everything up inside and knew at that very moment he couldn't talk to her about what was going on. "One week left, beautiful!" AJ said trying to make conversation. Breanna looked at him and grinned as she stretched in her seat. "So, what do you want to do? Gamble? Drink? Dance? Take in a few shows?" AJ asked. Breanna looked back out the window and smiled. "No more drinking. I've given that up." She replied, not looking away from the window. AJ's chin dropped to the floor. "Pick up your chin, Hun." Breanna replied with a small smile on her face. "Well, there goes my drinking partner." He replied with mock disappointment. Breanna looked away from the window and smiled. "I can still gamble, dance, and take in a few shows, you know? Just because I've given up drinking doesn't make me disabled. And even if I was, I'd still try to prove to you that I could do the same things." She stated. "Yes, I'm aware. You're not a typical woman." He replied as he noticed the hotel waiting outside. "Let's go, shall we?" He asked placing his arm out for her hand.

Breanna made it to her room and sat down at the desk. She knew that AJ had gone out with some old friends that night; she had the entire room to herself. She took out a piece of hotel stationary and decided to pen down some thoughts and feelings. She wasn't trying to write a song but she had so much going on inside but no one she trusted to listen to her. She knew if she didn't get everything out of her mind and into the open she'd eventually drive everyone away from her. She knew that AJ was trying his hardest to be patient with her while the dancers and band members stayed out of her way completely, including Natasha.

She wasn't used to sharing a room with someone who kept an eye on her the way AJ did. Breanna never had time to write her thoughts and feelings down. She knew if she tried, AJ would walk into the room and read what she was writing. "No one is allowed to find out", she promised herself. As she wrote about life on the road, life with AJ, everyone keeping an eye on her, and life without Howie, she realized that moving to LA was the wrong move. She didn't want to be away from him. She didn't want to be away from him, ever. Physically or emotionally. She wanted him. She needed him. But how could she tell him? As she wrote, she thought about the lyrics from one song that stuck out the most.

As she thought about the lyrics more and more, she realized that things were simple, simply complicated. Nothing was black or white, everything was gray with hints of color here and there. After she wrote as much as she could, she decided she had one more thing to do. She picked up the phone and dialed the all-too-familiar number. On the third ring he answered. "Hey." She replied quietly. She heard the sound of a phone receiver hitting the carpet and giggled to herself. "Breanna?" He asked in shock. "Um, I think that's my name. Then again it could be Bitch considering that's what everyone's been calling me lately." She said sighing. "You okay?" He asked with concern. "Yes, um, no. Yeah, I guess. Come and get your friend before I strangle him!" She blurted out. "AJ? Nah, you can keep him. He's there to keep an eye on you. If I sent for him, I'd have Kevin and Brian after me." He replied as he laughed. She melted at the sound of his soft laugh. "Seriously. If everyone wants to know why I'm so cranky lately it's because no one gives me space. He's around me like bees on flowers. If he's not around me, it's Natasha or one of the other dancers. And if it's not them, it's some tour manager or body guard. I can't sleep alone, can't eat alone, can't exercise alone, or walk alone. It's gotten to the point where I can't even bathe alone." She complained, not realizing who she was talking with. "So, you need space so you called me?" He asked. He didn't want to play games. He wanted answers and that was as good a time as any. "No, I called for another reason. I just needed to get that off my chest." She said, sighing. "Bree?" He finally asked after a few seconds of silence. "Yeah?" "AJ mentioned that you've been having nightmares. But he never tells us what they're about. What's going on?" "Shit, D. I can't tell you..." She paused, a painful lump growing in her through. "...If I admit them to you, then it'll be a curse. They'll come true and I don't want that. I couldn't handle it. Not you." She said with a shaky voice. "Not me?" "I didn't finish. Let me finish." She stated as tears slid down her cheek. "Okay, finish." He replied with a grin on his face as he remembered their discussion 3 years earlier when he didn't give her a chance to finish speaking her mind. "The nightmares frighten me. I can't shake the feelings they leave me with. I can't explain them to you. It's bad enough I told AJ while I was half awake. If I realized that I was telling AJ of all people, I wouldn't have ever told him." She stopped as she thought about what she was going to say next. Howie waited silently and patiently on the other line, as he had done hundreds of times before. "They frighten me more than any horror movie I've ever seen. Remember that Blair Witch movie we say years ago? That's nothing compared to the fear I feel when I wake up screaming." She explained. Howie could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn't going to say any thing else about her nightmares. "More scary than Blair Witch? You almost clawed a hole in my chest when you tried to hide your face from the screen. You saw that movie six times before you saw it with me. I can't imagine how you acted the first time you saw it." He replied with a laugh. "I know! I'm sorry..." She stated quietly. "Nah, it's okay." He said back. "No, not about the movie. About everything. Lately...and, I..." But Breanna couldn't finish. She was sobbing on the other line, realizing that she wasn't ready to talk to him about everything. She wanted to wait until after the tour. "It's okay. No, it's not okay, but..." He replied. "But...what?" She managed to ask as she cried. "But why?" He finally asked. "I don't know. Howie, there's a lot you don't know and I'm not sure how you're going to react. I can't talk to you right now, but the more time I take the more you're going to hate me. Please, just give me some time. I can't handle anything while on tour. I thought maybe I could tonight after AJ gave me a day of peace. I wrote down everything that was bothering me about you, my life and career and I figured I could just talk to you and remember how everything used to be. But I can't. I've screwed things up way too much. I just can't talk to you right now... I need..." But Breanna had hung up before she could finish telling him what was on her mind. She laid with her head on the desk and cried herself to sleep.

When she woke up she felt like she was flying. She realized that she was in the arms of someone, but it wasn't AJ. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar person. Mark. Her favorite security guard. "I guess a lot has changed, hasn't it, Miss Breanna?" He asked as he laid her down on the bed. "Hi Mark. Too much has changed. I wouldn't know where to start." She said in a sleepy voice. "AJ filled me in when he asked me to carry you to your room." Mark replied. "I'm here if you ever need some fatherly advice." He added. Breanna smiled her first real smile in days. "Thanks, Mark. I'll talk to you tomorrow, then. When I'm awake and if I remember." Mark nodded his head and said good night as he left Breanna alone to sleep.