"That was the most amazing moment of my life," Olivia White breathed, looking down at her hand in a happy, shocked daze. She was in her dressing room, sitting in the pretty antique chair in front of her huge three-mirrored vanity. She reached out for the large bottle of makeup remover and brought it close. She flipped the top with a shaky hand and poured its contents onto a cotton ball which she used to wipe away the eye makeup.

"I know, right? That's at least going to be in the list of my top ten favorite memories when I die," Stella said as she shut the door, spinning around before collapsing on her back on to the big red suede sectional in Olivia's dressing room. She smiled widely and let out a long delayed content sigh. She had just performed at Madison Square Garden. Wow.

The rest of the band took seats as well, Wen sitting on a red armrest with his feet resting on a couch cushion, Charlie in a gold glitter bean-bag chair, and Scott sitting on the lush beige carpet with his back against the sectional and Mo sitting between his legs, holding both her hands inside his with her head lying on his chest.

"I still can't believe that really happened. And to us, of all people..." Mo had her eyes closed but you could hear the shock in her voice. Scott smiled down at her and rested his chin on the top of her long dark hair.

"What's that saying? Kiss me I'm dreaming?" Scott asked playfully, twirling a lock of Mo's silky hair around his finger. Her eyes were open now and she squeezed his hands lightly.

"It's pinch me I'm dreaming actually, but I think I like yours better," she said coyly, turning around to look at her boyfriend. His eyes seemed to gleam and he bent down to kiss her softly.

"Oh gag me. Too much fluff in the air." Stella was rolled over on her stomach now with her feet dangling in the air. She had her hand mockingly over her eyes with her fingers spread to watch the couple and she smiled down at them. They broke the kiss and Mo dove for a nearby square decorative pillow that she chucked at her guitar-playing friend who ducked easily and laughed.

"Anyways," Wen said rolling his eyes but smiling at his friends, "back to what we were talking about, when's our next mind-blowing experience of a concert?"

"Isn't it next week? You know, in L.A.?" Charlie asked, running a hand through his hair as he stared at Scott and Mo, who were laughing at each other now as Scott tried to tickle her.

"Yeah, about that," Stella began. The hole group instantly stopped what they were doing and groaned. Here we go again, they all thought. Here comes another one of Stella's I-screwed-up speeches. "Hold on! This is actually a good thing!" Everyone turned to look at her dubiously. "Your lack of faith chills me to the bone," she said dramatically with sniffles.

"Spit it out Stel!" Wen was starting to feel a wave of exhaustion wash over him. From his glances around the room he could tell the rest of them felt the same way. They'd all worked so hard tonight, especially Olivia, who looked like she was about to pass out right there on the desk of her vanity.

"Olivia's grandmother called me yesterday to ask me what address to send her granddaughter's birthday present to and it got me thinking. How sad is it that your grandma won't be able to see you on your birthday because of that concert and her health condition Olivia?" Stella looked at the girl at the mirror and waited for a response. The blond girl slowly turned around and looked at her with tired eyes. "Very. I was thinking the same thing a few days ago during practice. She understands though, really. It's not like we can up and leave for home on the day of a concert." The girl was braiding her long blond hair now like she always did before she slept Stella noticed, her face clear of the glittery makeup. She was fiddling with the fabric of an 'I Heart New York' t-shirt that lied in her lap along with some faded gray cutoff sweatpants.

"And Sydney called your cell phone at least ten times yesterday just trying to wish you good luck Wen," Stella added, ignoring Olivia's last sentiment. Wen looked down at his shoes guiltily.

"And don't even get me started on you Mo," Stella said with a roll of her eyes. Mo blushed bright pink. "You're parents call you every night just to check up on you and make sure you make curfew even though you're states away from them."

"What does this all have to do with anything Stella?" Scott asked, an edge of protectiveness in his voice.

"Whoa whoa whoa Scottyboy, don't get all mad at me. I do have a point. Aaaaand here it is," Stella stood up and walked to the center of the room so everyone's attention was on her. "I told the guys back in L.A. that we couldn't do the concert due to our families and that we'd do it in a month from today instead of a week," she rushed out. Everyone gaped at her.

"What? Why?" Charlie asked incredulously.

"Yeah, we've worked our butts off in practice for three weeks now just for L.A.!" Wen added, not quite believing what he was hearing. Stella had never talked to them about this, and to be honest, he was a little confused at what exactly had caused her to say this at all.

"Hold on!" she said impatiently through her teeth. Once they were all quiet she smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt and continued, tugging on the front of her jacket for emphasis. "You're not getting the big picture. It's been months since we've been home to visit our families. Actually, I don't think we've visited home at all ever since the tour kicked off." Everyone thought about what she was saying for a moment and Stella grinned, pleased, when she saw what she was saying finally sinking into their heads.

"I still don't understand what exactly you're offering..." Mo said, Scott nodding in agreement behind her.

"Same here," Olivia admitted with a yawn, stretching like her new kitten that Wen had given her not months ago did.

"Ditto," Wen said quietly, trying to keep his gaze from wandering to Olivia. He always felt like everyone was watching him whenever he even glanced at the girl, especially Stella with her hawk eyes, so he settled for leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands dangling in the air while he stared at nothing in particular, looking distant.

"Why must I go into detail about everything?" Stella asked dramatically, dropping her head into her hands for a moment for effect.

"Because nothing you say makes sense," Charlie muttered under his breath. The group snickered.

"What Charlie?" Stella said, turning to glare at him. He blushed; he thought she couldn't hear him. "Is there something you want to share with the group?" His eyes widened and he seemed to choke on thin air. "Please, share with us your untimely wisdom," she said sarcastically. When he couldn't find the words to reply she smirked in victory at him and turned on her heel to face the group again. "That's what I thought. Anyways, what I was saying before our little drummer here so rudely interrupted me was that we're going on a one month vacation from our tour to go back home. We're leaving next week," she said with finality, reaching up to the top of her head to pullout the pin there. Instantly her familiar curl fell down and framed her face.

"Why not tomorrow or the next day? Why next week?" Mo asked, confused. Charlie was right; nothing Stella said ever made any sense.

"Well I figured that we haven't done any sightseeing since we went on tour, which is ridiculous since we've been to Chicago, Las Vegas, Washington D.C. and everywhere else. When else are you going to have the chance to just spend a week in New York City?"

"I could be down with that," Wen said thoughtfully, still not looking at Olivia who at the moment was sitting in the vanity chair with her head resting on the wood of the desk on top of her crossed arms. She hadn't even had the time to change out of her black concert dress.

"I mean it would be nice to visit my family and get them off my back for a while, maybe convince them to come to a show or two," Mo said, smiling as Scott played with her hair and she snuggled into him. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her even closer, kissing the top of her head. Charlie looked away.

"So it's settled then," Stella practically chirped, "we're going home!"

"Olivia!" Stella hissed, shaking the girl's shoulder. She wasn't snoring exactly, but you could hear her short little intakes of breath as they were amplified by the closed off space her arms made around her. Wen looked at her thoughtfully for the first time that night. Scott had driven Mo back to the hotel and Charlie insisted on driving there by himself, everyone excruciatingly exhausted from the performance of their lives that they had put on tonight.

"She's never going to wake up! What are we going to do?" Stella said exasperated, throwing her hands up. She had used the bathroom in Olivia's dressing room to change into what they all called an 'after' outfit. They each had one, a comfortable lounging outfit they usually changed into right after a concert or major performance. Stella's was a pair of black leggings with holes in the knees and a faded red t-shirt advertising Dante's Pizza from back home that she had knotted in the back with a hair tie. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and her bangs were pinned back with glittery silver bobby pins.

"I'll carry her to my car and drive her home," Wen said out of nowhere, abandoning his attempts at fighting the urge to say this. Stella raised an eyebrow at him but then nodded.

"That would be best considering the fact that there's no way on Earth that I could carry all five feet six of that girl." She turned away then, a knowing smirk curving her lips. She waved a three finger goodbye at Wen as she walked away.

Wen sat there for a moment, just looking at Olivia. He'd realized she was pretty, but until now he'd never thought of her as gorgeous. Here was a girl without any makeup and a messy side braid who still looked beautiful. He smiled to himself and decided that watching her sleep was a little creepy and stood up. He walked the few strides between them and thought about how he was going to do this. He slipped a hand around her waist then and the other arm wound itself underneath her knees. He picked her up and adjusted her in his arms. She stirred slightly and he froze completely, instantly panicking at what she'd do if she woke up right now in his arms. Fortunately she just snuggled her head absently into Wen's chest and clutched his shirt in her hands. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a fishing company logo on it and basketball shorts. He smiled at the look of the white fabric in her small, delicate looking hands.

"Let's get you home," he whispered and started walking towards the door.