By the time they got down to the venue, they had an hour for their sound check and rehursal. They were hurried off to find the dressing rooms, then once again hurried off to the stage for the sound check. Justin's head throbbed through out the whole check. The music seemed louder than usual and he just wanted to lay down and sleep.

But I cant...I have a job and I hafta do it...

Justin toughed out the never-ending headache and faked his way though the sound check.

"Hey guys, Lets try that opening dance routine." JC asked, "It seemed kinda shaky last night." Oooh no....He didn't. Justin groaned inwordly, afraid of what was going to happen. He couldn't let anyone know what was going on. JC, Joey, and Lance got into the opening formation.

"Do we have to?" Chris whined.

"Yes! You almost missed a whole eight counts!" JC glared at him, telling him to get into the formation immediatly. "C'mon Justin! You too!"

"I'm coming." He said quietly, and took his place in the back behind Joey and prepared himself for what was ahead.

All of his movements where shakey, and not as strong and as cofident as JC was used to seeing. He told them to run through it again, hoping that he would see an imrovement from Justin, only to find that every movement got weaker and more shakier. Something was wrong with Justin. JC knew it, and he was going to find out before the concert started. This better be the last time... Justin thought to himslef. His body was soaked in sweat, and he felt as if his knees would give out from under him if they did anymore.

"Alright guys!" A voice shouted from near the speakers in the pit between the stage and the gates set up for front row. "Take a break and get ready! The concert starts in an hour and a half!"

Thank you Johnny! , Justin praised through his head, I knew you would come in handy sometime! Justin did as Johnny said and made his way backstage to the dressing room, instantly falling on the over-stuffed couch in exaustion. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples trying to get rid of the annoying headache that raged through his mind.

Chris knocked on Justin's door softly and let himself in right away. "Justin? Do you have anymore water? Lance stole mine." He walked over to the small refridgerator and opened the door.

"It's in the door shelves." Justin said quietly. He didn't even bother to open his eyes.

"Where is---" Chris looked over at Justin. His eyes were closed along with a pained look on his face. "Justy, are you alright?"

"I'm fine...I'm--I just have a headache. Thats all." Justin opened his eyes, slightly. "You find it yet?" Chris shook his head. Justin sighed and got up off of the couch slowly and started his way over to Chris. His body felt the same pain and dizziness as the night before, and once again, Justin fell to the ground, tripping over the table that was along side the couch. His head hit the corner and Justin soon fell into the same familar darkness as before.

"Whoa! Justin!" Chris rushed over to his band mate quickly and knelt by his side. "Justin?" Chris shook him lightly, "Justin, C'mon. Wake up." Chris waited for Justin to jump up with a grin and yell 'gotcha!'. Chris knew it wasn't going to happen. He jumped up, and ran to the door. JC's dressing room door was open.

"JAYCE!" Chris cried, franticly. "GET OVER HERE NOW!"

"Good lord, Chris. You just hafta come over and knock nicely---What the?" JC noticed Justin laying lifelessly on the ground next to the couch. "What the hell happened?"

"I-I-I dunno...He just got up and I was looking in the fridge for some water...and He just passed out and fell." Chris looked on worriedly as JC looked at his young friend. "Call Johnny....QUICK!" JC was lifting Justin up to the couch. Chris nodded and left the room in search of his phone.

What the hell happend to you Justin?