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[This has been up on my DA for a while, but I kept forgetting till now to upload it here] "Believe in yourself, I'll believe in you, too! We'll make it through to the end, together, me and you!" Rose held the final notes of their song till the last reverberations of the guitars petered out. The remnants of their echoing voices hung in the air over the enraptured crowd until the mass of fans roared into cheer. Rose's lips parted in a genuine smile. As leader of the girl group, "Angel's Embrace," Rose shouldered some extra responsibility in an already demanding career, but these moments at the end of a successful concert, basking in the glow of the fans' elation made it more than worthwhile. Still beaming, Rose glanced at her band mates. To her right, Azalea and Narjis held their own poses. The fans were far enough away that they probably could not tell, but this close, Rose could see them panting lightly like she was, from all the dancing and singing. The curly-cues that were the last two inches of Azalea's shoulder length light brown hair bobbed with her heavy breaths. Her deep green eyes met Rose's brown and the two child hood friends shared self-satisfied nods. It was an extra victory that she had gone the whole concert without stumbling after her recovery from a recent foot injury. A few feet further, Narjis was still watching the crowd, her pearly white smile contrasted with her creamy brown skin and long straight black hair, gifts of her mixed Indian European ancestry that added to her exotic flair and complemented her tomboyish mannerisms and charm. As the girls relaxed their final poses to wave at the crowd, Rose's attention shifted over to her other side. Linnea's seemingly infinite energy kept her bouncing about as much as she could while staying on her stage mark. Her cotton candy pink pigtails flapped as if they had life of their own. Her bright blue eyes practically sparkled in the spotlights aimed at the stage. Positioned in foil to the bubbly Linnea, Iris was cool as always, holding a demure yet calculated pose that showed off her hefty chest while waving placidly. Rose made some standard closing statements thanking everyone for attending and then with a final wave, the girls left the stage. "An excellent show." A headset crested their manager's short cut fiery mane. Carmine offered them a congratulatory golf clap. Stage hands brushed past her to get the girls water, which the parched singers happily accepted, while listening to their manager's wrap up. Carmine replaced their old manager when the girl group acquired the expansive Ruruen Conglomerate as a new primary sponsor a few months back. The last two months with Carmine had been more than enough time for Rose to appreciate the change. As a fellow woman, Carmine understood the girls' needs and desires better than their past male managers. "I have some comments but they can wait till the locker room," Carmine continued, glancing at her clipboard. "For now though, if you've all caught your breath, let's go talk with the back stage passers." A young girl and her mother as well as a middle aged man and his late teens daughter stood over by the door. The girls had interacted with the four winners on and off over the course of the concert, part of the perk of being backstage, though Rose had not had much time to exchange more than polite introductions. The little girl and her young mother were cute - The mother, Agnes, fell in love with Angel's Embrace at their debut several years back and her daughter, born shortly thereafter, was named "Angle" in tribute. It was difficult to tell which of the two of them were more excited to be back stage with the band. As much as Rose appreciated their enthusiasm, she questioned whether it was wise to bring the five year old to a live concert. She kept that to herself though. The other pair were a bit less endearing. Arnold did not look anything like Luna, yet they claimed to be family even while shifting their feet and avoiding eye contact when asked about it. Arnold was short and while not necessarily overweight, he was stocky, with a solidness to him that suggested he was a big eater. By comparison, Luna looked like she might blow away in a light breeze. She was thin, bordering on gaunt even, with straight black hair that, contrasting her pale skin tone, made her look like she was perpetually glowing in the dark. She had an unfortunate overbite that shifted the position of her lips in a way that made Rose a bit uncomfortable to look at. Whatever the real case might be though, fans were fans and Rose had resolved to treat all fans equally. It was a trial at times though. Rose had noticed that every time she looked, the Arnold would be staring at her, and it unnerved her. Luna had an almost hypnotized look to her but she at least watched the other girls sometimes. She suppressed a grimace as Narjis and Iris, hand in hand, cornered Agnes and Angel for themselves leaving Rose, Linnea, and Azalea with the more dubious pair. Instead, Rose shared a pained look with Azalea who returned a sympathetic smile. Rose forced herself to smile as well as they exchanged pleasantries. "Not a bad performance if I do say so myself!" Linnea happily started off, tooting her own horn. She gave a wink, undaunted by the guests' lukewarm reaction. "Hope you two enjoyed it as well!" Sometimes Rose envied Linnea's childlike confidence. Luna smiled mutely. "It was wonderful," was all she said though. Arnold coughed, finally breaking his gaze away from Rose to give Linnea an answer. "I... uh, it may look like I'm just the ch-chaperon here but I actually really love your music as well." He ran a hand nervously over his bald head. "I've always liked how lively you girls are and tonight was no exception. I consider it a blessing that I got a hold of a back stage pass. It's a real honor meeting you." Rose blinked. That was... surprisingly flattering. Or it would have been more so if the man did not look... slimy. There was not anything specifically dirty that she could tell, there was just something in the way he moved and held himself that made Rose uncomfortable. And the staring bit did not help. As Rose opened her mouth to add her own response, a young man barreled out of the shadows and toppled one of the stage hands depositing both of them at the band and their guests' feet. He scrambled, struggling to his feet and allowing Rose and the others a look at their sudden intruder. He looked to be in his late teens; Rose might have thought him cute if he had taken better care of his appearance. His short, light brown hair was unkempt and looked strained, as if he had been pulling at it. He was not bushy but he did need a shave, and his wrinkled t-shirt had suspicious stains on it. Rose could not repress a grimace at the appearance of someone who suddenly made Arnold look clean and proper. "You... I found you!" His eyes shone with a nearly crazed fervor. "Angel's Embrace! I... I need your help. Please save my sister! She-" That was as far as he got before security caught up and grabbed him. Another boy ran up beside the first. "Sam! Just... don't make this any worse than it already is! I can't believe you actually..." his blond friend pleaded. He turned his small frame nervously to hastily address the stunned group. "Uh... I'm... I'm so sorry for my friend, his sister hasn't been well and since she's a big fan of yours he somehow got it in his head that you could help her get better." "Hey, you can't be here either!" one of the guards interrupted, and the blond jumped. He meekly submitted himself to security, though his friend, the original instigator, continued to yell unintelligibly and thrash as the guards dragged him away. Carmine stepped over to talk with one of the retreating security staff. "Detain them for now. I'll decide what to do with them later. Getting the police involved could put us dangerously behind schedule..." With some semblance of peace restored to the regular chaos of the post concert back-stage, Rose released the breath she had not realized she had been holding. Linnea cowered behind Narjis who relaxed from looking ready to fight back the boy herself to locking fingers with Iris on her other side. Ever empathetic Azalea gave Rose a concerned look. Rose herself was not sure what to think about the sudden disruption. It was disturbing to say the least. She had always hoped that her band's message about self acceptance and the value of close relationships would move her audience to become better people. That their music could also create something such as that though... A loud clap drew everyone's attention. "Alright, unfortunately, I fear that we're no longer able to entertain any more guests at the moment," Carmine announced returning to the group. She turned to the back stage passers. "My deepest apologies. If you'll follow me to a more private location, I'll discuss the issue of compensation with you there." Over her shoulder, she barked back at the girls. "Break down for the evening, We'll debrief tomorrow," was all she said, leaving the girls to exchange glances. In the prep room before the band broke into individual dressing rooms, Rose overheard Narjis and Iris chatting. "Disgusting. If I were carrying the cure for cancer and that kid came between me and the hospital, then those cancer babies would be SOL," Iris stated as naturally as if she were describing the weather. "Damn, hun. I agree that he WAS crazy if he thought he'd get anywhere begging while looking at that, but I wouldn't go that far..." Narjis replied wryly. "You also probably shouldn't say things like that even if you think them..." Iris just huffed unapologetically. "I... wonder what's wrong with his sister..." Azalea whispered so that just Rose could hear. "I hope she's not dying or something..." Rose drew her childhood friend into a hug. "We can't let ourselves worry about that sort of thing, Lea. We aren't doctors, and despite our band name, we're not miracle workers either - if she was dying, then nothing we did could help." Azalea was their group's empath, and while her sensitivity made her generally soft spoken, she was one of the major creative engines in the group. She just tended to have trouble making her ideas heard. "If she really loved our music though, it might make her happy to meet us before she passed..." Rose winced at the thought. She had no response to that. If faced with such a request could she have said no as easily as Iris? Perhaps it was a blessing that the boy had presented himself so poorly. Rose felt guilty finding she was glad to not have to make that decision. ---- "What are those?" Narjis asked incredulously, voicing the question on Rose and likely all the girls' minds while the rest were too tongue tied to ask it. A few days after the concert, back in their home town studio, the girls gathered in Carmine's office for a startling announcement from their manager. "These are hyper realistic bodysuits created in your image," Carmine repeated herself matter-of-factly, as if that explained anything. This time she continued. "After Azalea's not so little fall last month, I fell under a lot of pressure from the higher ups. They decided that there was need for some form of 'insurance.' "That's where these come in. Our benefactor provided these using data from your last physicals. They will allow someone to substitute for anyone who may suffer an injury that prevents them from performing, though I'm hoping to also open the possibility of being able to offer you vacation times without interrupting Angel Embrace's tight schedule. I'm personally overseeing the selection process for candidates to play the roles of emergency substitutes. I know I haven't known you girls for long, but I can't afford to burden your schedules with this extra work. Take heart though, you'll be able to help just by being yourselves as you always are. That's what Angel's Embrace is about after all, right?" She finished with a comforting smile, but Rose was still processing the information Carmine had just unloaded on them. Having a substitute convincing enough to fill in for events... that was an alarmingly small step away from being simply replaceable. She glanced at her band mates to see if they agreed with her. Narjis's brows furrowed in thought, but Iris's eyes flashed with a dangerous light that Rose had come to recognize as a precursor to trouble. Azalea gave Rose a confused look and Linnea craned curiously to look at the skins better. "Can we try wearing them?" Linnea asked. Carmine blinked. Perhaps of all the questions she had anticipated, she had not counted on Linnea's unabashedly direct personality. Rose suspected Linnea's interest did not extend past trying them on for novelty, but Iris however... "Surely if they were modeled after us, there's no reason we can't, right?" Iris joined in. Rose, was certain the blonde was already forming plans. "Th- these skins were made with cutting edge technology and at no small expense to our benefactors to have created. They are not for, ahem, fooling around..." Carmine replied after collecting herself. Iris's eyes narrowed. "Perhaps you should look into getting your money back then. If they can't handle a little... 'fooling around,' then they won't stand up to the stress of imitating us on stage." Carmine grimaced. "I'll have to consult some higher ups and get back to you. Any other questions?" "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Narjis posited before Rose could open her mouth. "You agreed to this yourself? Why weren't we asked before they were produced?" "Did you enjoy your month long break from tour? I seem to recall several of you complaining about not being able to perform and, what was it? Something about 'Answering the pleas of your fans?'" Carmine sighed. "Look, I do apologize for not telling you earlier, that was my fault. The approval came from above though, that was over my head as well. If it's any consolation, as I mentioned, I will be the one screening and picking your subs. They'll train with you, too. Just think of them as the B team." Narjis looked unconvinced still, but after sharing a look with a seemingly satisfied Iris, she quashed any further objections she might have had. With Linnea starting to look bored and antsy as well, Rose decided to wait till she could talk with the others privately, or at least Narjis who seemed to be the only one who shared her concerns. At least, that's what Rose thought. --- Before morning choreography the next day, Rose approached Narjis to consult the Indian-American woman about the skin suit stand-ins. "Uh, oh. R... Rose. Good morning, Rose," Narjis stammered. Rose stared at her. "Are you alright?" Rose asked. "Oh. Yeah. Yeah, don't worry about me! Heh." "Alright," Rose said slowly. "Well, I wanted to talk a little about those... things from yesterday. Don't you think we should be able to tell them that we don't want substitutes? Other performers don't... well, at least as far as I know, they don't have those sorts of back ups." "You want to talk to... me? About that? Why not ask Azalea? You two are childhood friends after all." "But... aren't you worried about them, too? If they work as well as Carmine claimed, then we're... replaceable." It felt more relieving than Rose had expected to be able to air this concern. She almost jumped though when Narjis suddenly took her firmly by the shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. "Don't talk like that," her taller friend began sternly. "No matter what happens, no matter what scifi magic voodoo they come up with, Rose, no one can replace you. You're you, and that's what makes you special. Isn't that part of Angel Embrace's... our whole mantra?" The fervent look in Narjis's eyes shone with a contagious intensity. Bathed in their light, Rose let herself be comforted. Despite her odd behavior a moment ago, Narjis's enthusiasm was placating if not encouraging. "I was just a bit.. uh.. surprised. Flustered, yesterday. When I had the chance to sleep on it though, I think the pros out weigh the cons..." Rose's momentary relief vanished, replaced by a new anxiety. Was she really the only one afraid of this? Afraid that, their sponsors would no longer need them strictly for this pop idol group role they had worked so hard to create. She knew that taking on a sponsor would be a bad idea, but the need for funds outweighed her concerns at the time. Narjis shifted her feet uncomfortably under Rose's incredulous stare. Finally, Rose tore away, excusing herself. Azalea might be a better sounding board, but would she echo Rose's concerns because she genuinely shared them or simply because Rose had voiced them first? She had been counting on the normally stalwartly opinionated Narjis to help stabilize her argument to object to the suits, but Rose's platform wobbled dangerously after that uncharacteristically flighty exchange. If she was going to oppose the suits, she would have to decide how on her own, and the sooner the better. --- Rose stepped lightly through the hall behind the girls' dressing rooms. The lights dimmed in the evening hours to pinch pennies on power, a relic of their more frugal beginnings that never really went away. In lieu of her recent troubles, the normally familiar hallway transformed into an unsettling dark alley. Carmine had had them stay late working on a new routine as was sometimes necessary when schedules were tight. Rose saw light come through the crack in the door to Narjis's room. She could not get the skin suits out of her head, and she wanted to weigh in with Narjis one more time; hopefully she could swing the normally level headed girl back to her side. As Rose approached though, she heard something from inside. "Ah... ha... ha..." Barely repressed moans of pleasure wafted from the thin opening where Narjis's door had failed to close entirely. Getting closer, Rose identified one of the voices as Narjis herself, but the other was Linnea rather than her girlfriend, Iris. This happened on occasion when Narjis and Iris fought or felt like a change of pace. Even Rose had taken the place of one of the girls' companions before. Still, it was always a little jarring to be reminded that, despite her usual disposition, Linnea was an adult, if barely. Driven by a perverse curiosity, Rose peered up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear; virtually all of the other on-site staff had left for the evening, so she was expectedly alone in the hall. She inched closer till she could peek inside the room through the crack. Linnea's supple frame bounced heartily in Narjis's lap, both girls breathing excitedly. Rose saw a thick, shiny, navy blue dildo shared between them. While Linnea simply seemed to be enjoying herself, from her observers position, Rose noticed that Narjis seemed focused on her partner more than feeling her own pleasure. The older girl shifted, moving the pair of bodies into a new position. Linnea lay on her back, one leg straight in the air, supported by Narjis as their scissoring increased in fervor. It was hard to tell, but it almost seemed like the dildo was static at Narjis's crotch and solely penetrating Linnea, more like a strap-on... "Enjoying the show?" Rose jumped with a gasp. Iris stood a few feet away, she managed to maintain her cool air even while smirking wistfully at having caught Rose peeping. Iris glanced down. "I guess so." Rose blinked and flushed deeply. She only then noticing that her hand had buried itself in the front of her own jeans. That explained why she was getting so hot herself watching the other two. The continued moaning from the room suggested that the love-making couple had not been disturbed by Rose's yelp. Iris continued. "Narjie and I aren't seeing eye to eye just yet on the bodysuit thing, but I can tell she's coming around. You know how she can get stubborn about admitting things though, so she's being like this." Iris nodded towards the door. Her eyes narrowed in a look that Rose had learned well. "Rather than doing that out here, why don't you come keep me company for a bit instead? If you do, I promise I won't tell them I caught you watching..." Rose gulped, but nodded and followed her band mate to Iris's own dressing room. Rose closed the door behind them fully, making sure not to make their colleagues' mistake, but no sooner did she hear the click of the latch Iris pressed her up against the door. Beneath her ice queen facade, Iris was an insatiable nymphomaniac. When Narjis first started dating her it only took two days before Iris had forced the sexually exhausted Indian girl to ask the others for help in satisfying her partner, thus leading to a band-wide phase of sexual experimentation. Ultimately, it brought them all closer together and opened them up to new experiences. Rose resigned herself to Iris's lips, her tongue aggressively probing Rose's mouth. Iris's hand wormed under her blouse and cupped her breast. As Rose endured the attention, Iris's fondling slowly revived her earlier arousal, and she found herself beginning to enjoy the other girl's touch and taste. Iris moaned into her mouth as Rose's hands found her partner's own impressive assets. Iris sloppily pulled away from the brunette's lips. "Let's get these out of the way," she suggested, retreating over towards her costume rack where she let her one-piece dress slip from her shoulders and fall to her ankles. Rose busied herself with pulling her blouse over her head and stepping out of her jeans. She noticed Iris open one of her trunks to fish for something. Rose watched with a fluttering pulse as Iris secured the straps around her waist. It took a little longer than usual, but with the hot-pink hard plastic rod already dripping in lube, Iris sauntered back to her partner. Iris led Rose to sit up on her dressing table, legs spread so that Iris could eat her out. The other girl's tongue flayed her clit and pushed open Rose's femininity, coaxing out the juices of her arousal. With Rose sufficiently lubricated, Iris rose to tease her friend with the tip of her dildo. The two met each others eyes for a moment before Iris began sliding her rod inside. It was thick, thicker than anything she had ever taken before, and Rose gasped involuntarily at its size. "It's good, right?" Iris purred softly. "This is one of my favorites." She backed it out a little and the change in direction produced a different feeling. Then Iris resumed pushing in. Soon, her hips were rocking with the steady rhythm of love making. Having been single for a while and busy with work, Iris pushed Rose to climax quickly but did not let up there. "Don't go enjoying this by yourself there, Girly! I'm not even close yet myself," Iris murmured between breaths. To Rose's surprise, Iris leaned in and hoisted her off the dresser top and continued bouncing her upon the plastic shaft. Suspended in the air, Rose flailingly latched onto the other girl, clutching Iris's head to her chest for balance. She bobbled in the middle of the dressing room for a few moments before Iris paused to lower into a chair and left them face to face, Rose straddling the other girl's hips, while skewered from below. "You try moving, now," she commanded simply. Rose, finding herself quite in the submissive position, meekly obeyed, thoughts of how she ended up in this situation mixed with the fringes of lingering anxiety all threatening to be washed away by the waves of pleasure emanating from her groin. It took some trial and error but Rose found a way to brace her legs against part of the chair and allow her to undulate in Iris's lap, all the while, the other girl watching the display smugly. It did not take much of that for the lactic acid in Rose's legs to threaten to match the fading pulses of her third orgasm and Iris thankfully took note of her waning enthusiasm. "I suppose I should wrap this up then..." Iris muttered to herself, lifting Rose once more as she rose from her seat. She deposited Rose on her back atop an impressively sized bean bag chair and began to ram her strap-on with renewed vigor. "Haa... Ahh.. fuck.. that's it... I'm cumming!" Iris moaned and bit her lip as she buried her toy deep. Rose felt herself peak once and finally she relaxed, letting her limbs drape limply over the bean bag chair. She felt Iris pull out, and though it felt a little weird at the tip, she lacked the energy at the moment to question or even check. She just listened numbly as Iris padded away and flopped into a chair to rest herself. After a few minutes to recover, Rose finally mustered the energy to pull herself back to her feet. Nearby, Iris slouched in the chair in front of her dresser mirror. In the reflection, Rose could see she was no fewer than three fingers inside herself again. The strap-on was gone, but there was a similarly colored bikini thong on the dresser top. Rose could not rouse any further curiosity though. She was exhausted, and still needed to get home for the night. Not wanting to disturb her, apparently still busy friend, Rose quietly redressed and made for the door. "Thanks for humoring me tonight, Rose," Iris called out. "I know you're a bit worried about things at the moment, but if I can at least say one thing, why not trust in Carmine?" Rose did not answer. She only nodded and left. That was... a good question... had she become cynical without noticing? She liked Carmine, she wanted to believe in the woman. Rose did not know what was holding her back. ---- The rising sun shined too enthusiastically for the bleary eyed Rose after a restless night. She squinted at her key ring trying to focus on the one that would lock up her apartment. Even pre-concert jitters did not rob her of as much sleep as her recent troubles did last night. In a spectacularly ungraceful fumble, Rose's keys clinked dully on the concrete sidewalk one floor below. Rose clenched her eyes tight and heaved a sigh, reminding herself that her keys were important and she should probably start investing energy in getting them back soon. "Oh? What have we here?" a high pitched voice announced loudly. Rose cursed under her breath, still in front of her door. Why now? "Could this perhaps be the key ring of some attention whoring, self important and wildly overrated pop idol sensation?" The voice further extrapolated. "And based on these accessories, she also completely lacks any taste." Rose leaned out the second story balcony that was the main access to all of the apartments on that floor and addressed the rather acidic girl posturing over her dropped keys. "What are you doing here, Hazel?" "Picking up after you, apparently!" the short but noisy Asian girl retorted holding Rose's key chain ring like a venomous animal. "You're lucky it was I, your selfless and benevolent rival, who happened upon your estranged keys before someone unsavory got their grubby paws on them. Imagine how much these would sell for on the black market..." She blinked as she trailed off and then began inspecting the keys in a new light. Rose grimaced and did not answer. The thought of a fake Rose using her keys to slip into her house sprang poignantly to mind. When her rival failed to respond to her patronizing chiding, Hazel glanced up and a look of concern at Rose's darkened expression flashed across her features before she caught herself. "W... well, in any event. I'll return these to you, so you had better be grateful!" she declared with an emphatic huff that set the lacy hem of her Gothic dress fluttering. Despite feeling like a corpse, Hazel's typical inability to be honest with herself brought a small smile to Rose's lips, energizing her enough to make it down the stairs at the end of the balcony and retrieve her keys from her self proclaimed 'rival.' "Thank you," Rose replied softly. Though she turned and began walking away, the heavy footfalls of Hazel's black over-the-knee boots thudded behind her without giving any indication of creating distance. Rose's improved mood wavered realizing that Hazel apparently was not done with her yet. "I thought you decided we weren't friends anymore," Rose decided to make a preemptive attack. Maybe she could scare the younger girl off early. "Why are you still following me?" "We're not!" The neon green band waved among the sea of Hazel's black bob cut. "And I'm not! I just happen to be parked over here as well." "That still begs the question of why you bothered to drive over here in the first place." "I didn't- well, I mean, I did... but.. uh..." Hazel panicked. "A- actually, it's none of your business. The world doesn't revolve around you, Rose, geez!" Fair enough. Rose shrugged, assuming the other girl adequately cowed for now. She assumed wrong. "I just want you to know! Angel's Embrace may have beaten us by a little this time, but Divine Darkness won't possibly be satisfied sitting in your shadow! If you just sit pretty on your laurels, we'll over take you before you even realize what happened," Hazel proclaimed passionately. Rose rolled her eyes. "Over a million copies ahead of second place is more than a little victory. Divine Darkness wasn't even second either," she jabbed back with exasperation. "I admit, you're little emo group is doing better than I expected for what started out as a cover band made up of Angel Embrace groupies. But while your negativity is relatable to niche crowds, encouraging the depression and self-loathing you're somehow proud of, will never endear you to mainstream audiences." The sound of boots stopped and Rose immediately regretted unloading that criticism. She turned back to a Hazel on the brink of tears. Rose took a slow breath. "Haz-," was all she managed to get out. "What do you want from me!?" Hazel screeched. "I loved your music, I still do! Back when I felt that being able to point when you were on TV and say, 'I was friends with her in grade school,' was the only thing that made me special, YOU were the one who encouraged me to start my own band. YOU wanted me to use my music to express myself. And here I'm doing that! Why can't you accept that? I've tried for so long to be like you, so if finally being true to myself is as important as Angel's Embrace makes it out to be, why is 'being me' not good enough for you!?" Rose blinked, stunned by the onslaught. Hazel turned about face and ran as best as she could in her heeled boots, tears flowing freely now. Rose could not bring herself to go after her. What answer could she give to that? Her own hypocrisy laid bare before her, Rose numbly climbed into her car. In seemingly just a blink of the eye, she was suddenly outside Angel's Embrace's studio. The dim glow of the car radio displayed the time in green digits. 6:44 AM. Rose was running late. ---- "Stop, stop!" Carmine shouted. "Rose, you were almost a full beat off this time. This is the third time now, Girly. What's up with you today?" Rose shook her head to hide her wince. She was making that face a lot today it seemed. "Sorry, Carmine. I... didn't sleep well last night." It was not a lie. Carmine sighed. "Well, we're not making much progress like this. Let's move up individual practices and let Rose take a nap. Rose, try to get a good night's rest tonight and you can stay a bit later tomorrow to make up for the lost time, okay? Does that sound fair?" Carmine proposed. Rose and the others nodded in agreement. In truth, sleep deprivation was not the only reason Rose was messing up this morning. In lieu of her fight with Hazel, Rose had forgotten what had kept her up in the first place and she had been reminded with a jolt when she encountered Narjis and Iris having 'make-up sex' in the bathroom shortly after arriving at the studio that morning. Iris bent over the sink, her elegant floral patterned sun dress hiked unceremoniously up over her hips while Narjis rammed her from behind with the same navy blue strap-on that she had used with Linnea just the previous day. Thinking back on that, and Carmine's alarming news, Rose could hardly believe barely 24 hours had passed. Rose was further startled by the display when Narjis announced her orgasm and pulled out the sex toy only for it to squirt white juice over Iris's ass. The lesbian pair scrambled to convince Rose that it was a feature of the toy. Since then though, Rose began noticing things that were... off, about the tanned girl. As the most athletic of the group, Narjis usually picked up new dances the quickest, but she was making almost as many errors as Rose. Had the she always favored her left leg? Was that even related to her being right handed? Little things that kept catching Roses eye also served to distract her further from her own performance. As the others dispersed, Carmine called to Narjis as well, but Azalea approaching her prevented Rose from indulging her curiosity. "Hazel posted a pretty incredible update to her blog earlier," she started cautiously. "Did something happen? It's getting even more comments than usual. That only happens when you were involved." Did it? Rose knew that Hazel kept a blog, but had never visited it herself. Perhaps she should. Rose shook her head. "We had a fight. I said somethings I shouldn't have. She said some things I... well, it's been hard to get her out of my head since." Rose suddenly found herself in a warm hug. "Oh, Rose. Please, please, please promise me you will apologize to her later. You mean the world to her and since this has affected you this much, clearly she means something to you, too." Rose felt her face heat in shame. "I promise, Lea," she whispered. "You're right. You usually are. Thanks for always knowing me better than I know myself." It was Azalea's turn to blush. She gave Rose a small encouraging smile. "Well, you know how to take it from here. Just make sure you get some rest. Those bags under your eyes probably didn't help anything with Hazel." She was on point with her observations and inductions as usual. Rose allowed herself to be led to the cot in her dressing room. She could not recall ever thinking it was comfortable, but setting her head on the small lumpy pillow felt heavenly and light faded to darkness before the door closed behind Azalea.