Someday? Never?

All Ends Well

The final show. All of their hard work for the past 7 months had led up to this. They'd gotten their end of tour pictures taken with the crew and bands, did their meet and greets and soundchecks, eaten, changed clothes, stretched, gave hugs and prayed. The only thing left to do was to go out and give it their all. Estelle didn't know why she was so nervous, but she was shaking, bouncing from foot to foot.

"Girl if you don't chill the fuck out," Isabelle said.

"Yeah, your energy is disrupting mine," Brielle said.

"Y'all hush. I don't know why I'm feeling like this," she sighed, "I'll feel better when I get behind my kit."

At least Estelle hoped she would, but she had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something was gonna happen. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something was off.

"Y'all," Estelle said, still bouncing.

They gave their attention to her.

"Something is wrong, with what or who, I don't know. I just know something finna happen," she sighed.

"Baby, I don't know what to tell you... Do you just wanna skip this set and let Peanut play? You know he will," Brielle suggested.

"Or if you need to go eat something and calm down, that works too," Isabelle said, raising an arched brow.

"No, no. I'm going with y'all, because I'd be damned if something popped off and I wasn't with y'all," Estelle sighed, "I'll just eat something else... If I even have any left."

"You think we should tell her lil boy toy?"

"Girl no, let that man do his thing. If he's needed, I betcha he's there," Brielle said.

They were interrupted by Estelle screaming and cursing.

"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

They ran in to see what was up.

"What's your problem?"

"All my edibles are gone girl, I can't do this," Estelle sighed.

"Man if you don't gone somewhere," Brielle laughed.

"Ya overdoin' it," Isabelle added with an eye roll, "got me thinking some shit is up, but nah. Ya just crazy."

"Look, this is serious! What I'mma do after the show? How am I gonna calm down?"

"Giiiirrrrlll, you are doing the absolute most right now! Go sit in the corner and pray or something cuz you getting on my nerves," Isabelle said.

"You getting on mine! Shit i-"

"Aht! Don't y'all start! I ain't wit it before this show starts!"

Estelle continued to grumble in silence while Isabelle worked through her stretches. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Mark, just wanna wish you girls good luck."

Brielle let him in.

"How'd you know to come down here?"

"Spidey sense. I knew she was freaking out."

"Oh shut up, I sent your tall ass a text," she snapped.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.

"Hey, don't forget who you're talking to. You called me for help, remember?"

She immediately switched her tone and looked at him with a slight pout. He kissed her forehead and folded his arms across his chest, resting against the arm of their couch. Brielle and Isabelle looked at each other in disbelief.