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   "Danny! Danny! Where are you?" I yelled, looking for my best friend.    "You'll have to talk him out of coming out of the bathroom… again." James said from his spot on our tour bus's couch.    "Myca?"    "Again?"    "Yeah, again." I sighed as I realized Myca had left him. Again. Fucking bitch! Does she not realize the tenderness Danny had? He's not that hardcore, he's just a big softy.    "Danny?" I questioned knocking on the bathroom door.    "Go away, Ben!" He sobbed.    "Never, you bloody git!" I said, plop

"That ass," Ashley said while pointing toward where I was standing. "Is mine." I just stood there staring after him. The show had ended and everyone was leaving but there I stood. That had not been the way I had been thinking about telling our fans… Slowly the shock flowed out of my body and I ran after the guys. "Ashley, what the fuck was that?" I yelled after him when I could see them walking away. Ashley stopped and waited for me to catch up. When I was finally standing next to him he turned to me and flashed his Purdy grin. "What was that?" I asked again glaring at him. His grin faded and was replaced with a scowl. "What do y