* 3 days later *
"Hey J, I need to talk to you." JC said, as he walked into the dressing room.
Justin finished buttoning his shirt. "Yeah, sure what's up?"
"Man, what's the matter with you?"
Justin looked at his best friend. A confused looked plastered across his face. "What do you mean?"
JC shook his head. His long locks, flying back and forth. "I'm talking about Sabina." JC said, as he saw Justin's confused expression change into a sad one. "What's going on? You're like completely ignoring her."
Justin sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me... Apologize to Sabina."
Justin sighed. He looked at JC and walked out the dressing room. JC sighed, as he walked out the dressing room and towards the stage, where the others were. The crew members clapped, as Sabina ran off the stage. She took a deep breath as she took off her ear monitor. She grabbed her bottle of water and walked towards the back of the stage.
"Hey great job B."
"Thanks Lance." She said. She looked up. She stopped, as she saw Justin. "Uh... Go-Good luck guys!" She said and quickly walked away.
Justin sighed, as he watched her figure disappear inside her dressing room. He took a deep breath, as he and the guys walked onto the stage. "How we feelin Chicago!" Joey yelled into the mic. The crowd went wild, as Justin started the beginning of the song.
I'm sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about
What's the deal with this Pop life and when is it gonna fade out?
The thing you've got to - -
Justin stopped singing. His head throbbing with pain and weaving back and forth. The other guys stopped and looked at Justin confused. By now, the music had stopped playing. Everyone in the crowd began talking frantically. "Justin? What are you doing?" JC asked. Justin turned and looked the others. He was sweating heavily, his body was trembling and aching with pain. "Justin?" JC asked, growing more concerned. Justin sighed heavily, as his eyes rolled back, as he slowly collapsed onto the floor.
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