Since they arrived at around 8:00 PM, their maid, Margarita, just brought them dinner in trays to Nivea and Cami's room. They examined the chicken with rice and beans and quickly gobbled it down, being reminded that they where starving.

After they both took showers (with the provided steamed towls and loofas), they settled into bed (with the provided satin night gowns) and turned off the lights (clap activated.) Cami falls fast asleep, but Nivea doesn't go as easy. She examines the dark room with her eyes wide open, showing no signs of closing anytime soon. She shifts positions a few times, but still stays bright awake.

Turning to her left, she checks the digital clock on her night stand. 12:47 PM. Rockstars go to sleep at around 3:00 AM, right? She quietly tip-toes out of her bed and walks outside the room, careful not to disturb Cami's sleep. The home was dimly lighted by the street lights coming in through the windows. Finding her way to the stairs was easy, but going up them wasn't. Tripping on a few, she finally makes it to the second floor.

It's honestly a different world from the first to second floor. It's like a rockstar palace, fully equipped with 4 flat screen TVs, a mini recording studio, and bunk beds resembling tour bunks. She turns her head to the left, finding Nick fast asleep in a white wife beater tank, his right arm over his head on a bed implanted in the ground. "Doesn't get much more rockstar than that." she whispers.

"Honestly? If that's impressive, you've seen nothing yet."

Nivea whips around, startled. Joe snickers, standing in the door frame of a seperate room, staring at her.

"Um... I was just--" She hesitates.

"Couldn't sleep?" She shakes her head no, and he motions for her to come in. She steps into his room, suprised. There's nothing but a king sized bed, a nightstand with a draw, lamp, and an open book, and a regular sized TV. He examines her face and notices her confusion. "I like to keep it real, you can say." He smiles and lies down, patting next to him for her to sit down.

She ignores his gesture and looks around. "Who's that?" She says, nudging her head toward a picture frame. He glances over, even though he knows what she's referring to. It's a photograph of he and Martina hugging with the Effiel Tower in the backround. They looked so in love and happy, but he suddenly regrets ever putting that there.

He clears his throat. "That's just, you know, my girlfriend. Martina."

Nivea nods, not taking her eyes off the picture.

"We had a concert in Paris and I decided to take her with me. It was very nice." He continues, pinching himself to stop.

Nivea nods once again, and shifts her gaze back to him. "Why do you guys have stripper poles?"

Joe begins to choke on laughter. "Excuse me, what?"

"On my way up here, I saw three stripper poles. Is it normal here in America to have that in a family home?"

Joe continues to laugh and finally composes himself. "No, see, this used to be a fire station, and those are what the firemen used to get to the fire truck faster. It's not for stripping." He explains, once again erupting in laughter.

Nivea rolls her eyes. Being made fun of wasn't her favorite activity. She turns to leave.

"Wait," he says. She turns around with her arms crossed. "Sorry, it was just funny, I'm not gonna lie. But uh, do you wanna go and get some brunch tomorrow?"

She remains looking at him, oblivious to what a brunch was. He catches on. "It's like breakfast and lunch, mixed together. My brothers and I usually go on sundays when we have no work to do, but Kevin has a doctors appointment, and Nick's gonna head over to Macy's. You wanna acompany me?"

She smirks. "Thanks, but no thanks." he gives a perplexed gaze. "Maybe you should ask Martina."