Part I

He groaned, sweat dampening his T-shirt covered body. The fans, they were obviously the best part of each concert, the energy they brought about was incomparable and that was Joe's exact feeling. The screams today though, they'd given him a headache. Teeth clenched, and brows furrowed, Joe had nothing to do but reminisce the occurrences of less than five minutes ago. It was the same type of crowd, fans screaming and jumping wildly in the air. The same usual scene, almost cliché in a way but as real as could be. Today though, one fan stood out, she wasn't unusually tall, nor were her features striking. The mystery girl had a head of auburn brown hair, highlighted with some copper streaks. She wore casual clothing, her plain white shirt framing her figure; and scribbled on the back of it with a sharpie marker was "Team Jonas." She stood near the front, in the area crowded by fans, bobbing her head up and down as if afraid to embrace the beat. Preserved, conscious of her every movement, she just shuffled awkwardly next to the girls jumping up and down beside her. Joe had thrown her glances more often than he should have, attempting recovery by nodding at a few fans who only increased the volume of their shrieking.

The night wasn't over either. The three brothers: Nick, Joe, and Kevin, waited backstage; painting on smiles as two lucky fans were led towards them. They'd won the contest, scoring passes to meet the Jonas Brother's after the concert was finished. The spirited girls, Lauren and Nikki, practically bombarded the brothers as they stood, Nick and Kevin clearly putting on a more enthusiastic act than the pain-stricken Joe. The brothers and the girls gabbed, Joe taking every opportunity to press his head against the cold glass window, for a temporary moment of pain relief. But on his next window episode, he spotted something. The brunette from the concert, the awkward looking one, was walking past the window with an unidentified other. The unknown woman had her hand clamped tightly around the girl's shoulder, but she wasn't showing any signs of discomfort. It's a good thing she'd learned to shelter pain.

And Joe was up in a flash, mesmerized slightly and in a trance. He rose, not able to control his motion, and his legs trotted him toward the mystery girl who'd been in front of his window less than a moment ago. The star decided to put on the cheesy charm, as he livened his walk into a strut.

"Well hello, pretty ladies." He mused, flashing a signature grin as they both turned towards him.

The older woman, assumable that it was her mother, pursed her lips as her fingers noticeably clenched tighter on her daughter's shoulder. Joe could sense tension in the situation, but glanced into the girl's topaz eyes, saddened and scarred from all they'd seen, and seemed to see a sparkle behind all the trauma. He couldn't stand the silence, it crept up on him pulling him further down with each second.

"Would you like to... come back stage?" He managed to pull together, gesturing both of them towards the open door. The girl, who we'd later come to know as Rhiannon, stole a pleading glance at her mother, who nodded coldly.

"Just be back before nine," the icy voice rang.

Joe stood back, allowing the two to hug or at least acknowledge the departure, but no such gesture was made. The woman merely turned on her heel and began to walk away at brisk pace.

"Well, that was only a little bit awkward!" Joe smirked, gazing at the girl who gave a slight nod and kept on forward. "I'm Joe.." he guessed. But in the stars mind, he felt like an idiot.

"Rhiannon," The girl smiled blankly, looking up at Joe who was only a few inches taller than herself, "Rhi, though."

Part II

Joe walked in, fixated on the girl beside him. He barely watched his footing, nearly missing a collision with one of the crazy fan girls. Nick laughed, so that described Joe. Quirky, outrageous, and some might say caring once and a while. But not sensitive, no, that was Nick's stereotype. Sure, he wasn't as hard as most guys, or even as hard as his brothers, but it wasn't like he was a complete pushover, right? "I need some air," he stated, muttering while thinking to himself. Nick rose himself up, and sulked through the back door his brother had just giddily bounded from.

"No, that won't work, Roxy. You know I'd been waiting for this for months beyond months, and you pick now to decide your boyfriend was more important? I used all my money on these tickets, and I don't regret it, but it would have at least been nice to have seen the Jonas Brothers. Now by the time I walked here the concert is over!" The girl mewed into the phone, the recipient of the call obviously giving it little mind.

"Some sister, bye Roxy." She finished, closing her cell phone with as much force as the flip would allow.

Nick smiled, it was actually a fateful situation. Someone just as depressed as he was, though for different reasons.

"Didn't get to see the Jonas Brothers, eh? Not even a glimpse?" Nick said coyly, the girl's back turned towards him.

"Yes, and I'm really not in the mood to deal with someone rubbing it in my fa--" She trailed off, as her eyes widened at who stood before her. "You... you're... Nick!" The girl, Leonie, her voice grew higher with each syllable. She realized that a might bit of self containment could possibly be in order, and smiled.

"She knows my name! And I try not to make habits of talking to strangers..." Nick smiled, making Leonie melt with each sing-song word.

"Oh, of course," Leonie said, her face reddening, "I'm Leo; well Leonie but the whole rebel thing doesn't work with a name that posh."

"I can relate to that, I dropped Nicholas back in preschool. The ladies would never go for Nicholas, the curly kid working the Hotwheels bike." Nick remembered, though only the part about dropping the name was true.

Leonie nodded fast paced, smirking all the while. "Nick Jonas, the established rebel on a plastic Hotwheels motorcycle. That'll send shivers up the spines of the roughest and toughest."

"Hell yeah," he humored, flashing a grin sprinkled with brilliance.

The two looked at each other for a while, Leonie attempting to hold back the obvious need to scream at the top of her lungs in front of her company. He extended his hand, simulating an old time movie, at which she placed her palm in his hand and followed him through the door.