Heather giggled, “I see. So I’m guessing all the early hours and late nights are taking its toll.”

Ashley nodded, “I’m surprised she’s been able to keep up for as long as she has. She doesn’t need to be at every rehearsal though, it’s not necessary.”

“You know,” Heather began. “Touring is a very time consuming, dark and crazy thing. I’m surprised you brought your girlfriend-”

“Fiancée,” Ashley corrected.

The singer smiled tightly and continued, “Your fiancée with you. Isn’t that kind of dangerous?”

Ashley eyed Heather for a moment. She shook her head, “Heather, what’s with all these questions about Spencer? Why do you care?”

The singer shrugged, “I can’t ask you a question about your girlfr… your fiancée?”

Ashley pushed off from the sink. “No, you can’t,” she said before exiting the bathroom.

“I’ve got coffee,” Brian announced holding up a trey full of coffee cups.

“My hero,” the rocker replied grabbing a cup. As she took a healthy sip of her coffee Ashley noticed Ryan looking at her uneasily. “What’s up with you,” she asked.

Ryan was about to reply but stopped himself. He took hold of the rocker’s arm and steered her towards a secluded area in the rehearsal hall. “I need to ask you something,” he informed stuffing his hands in his pant pockets.

Ashley eyed him suspiciously, “What’s going on?” She questioned now concerned.

He let out a nervous breath. “Ash, before I ask you this question I want you to promise me you won’t get mad.”

The rocker shrugged, “Okay, whatever.”

“You have to say it.”

Ashley rolled her eyes, “Fine, okay, I promise,” she replied.

“Alright,” he paused as he tried to find the right words. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or anything I … I just want you to know I’m looking out for you. I care about you cause you’re like family to me… are you …. are you…”

“Just fucking spit it out already Ry.”

“Are you sleeping with Heather,” Ryan rushed out.

The rocker’s jaw dropped. Did he really just ask what she thinks he just asked? Ashley narrowed her eyes. Anger began to boil within her. “Excuse me,” she asked in a very low, dangerous voice.

The bass player shifted nervously. “Are you sleeping with Heather?” He repeated slowly.