After the rehearsal for the performance the two groups were going to do together, Brian saw Chris run backstage by himself. Full of curiosity, he followed.
"God, how the hell could I get a stiffy from this shit?" he heard Chris grumble.
"Maybe you should try jacking off," Brian said as he timidly approached.
Chris quickly turned around after fixing his pants. "What do you want, Littrell?" he snapped.
"Just trying to find out why you ran off without your band mates."
"Well now that you know I have a stiffy, you can leave."
"You don't need to get all pissy with me."
"Oh, I don't? I've got a stiffy that hurts like hell & you tell me not to get pissy?! Fuck off Bullshit Boy."
"Sorry NShit pig," Brian growled, walking on-stage. He didn't see anyone or anything, except for a note on one of the amps. Walking over to the amp, he took it off & read it.
"B & C,
Went out to lunch, be back soon. Bring ya back something.
-Kevin"
"Well, isn't this wonderful?" Brian mumbled as he crumpled up the paper & threw it away in the nearby trashcan.
"What was that?" a voice questioned behind him, making him jump. "Don't be so jumpy."
Brian turned around, spotting Chris. "It was a note from the others. They're at lunch, but they're going to bring us back something."
"Oh. Joyful."
"Right?" he sighed.
"You okay?"
"Why do you care?" Brian spat.
"I don't, but I am curious as to what's wrong."
Brian deeply sighed, a sound that strangely stirred something inside of Chris. "Leighanne & I are having a few problems."
"Like?"
"She thinks I cheated on her with a fan when I didn't."