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Briar's POV

I growl annoyed before taking a bite from my apple. "What did that apple do to you?" Shelby asks surprised. Okay so maybe it was one of those angry bites in which I basically used so much force that you would really wonder what the apple did.

I decide that it's probably better if I don't react. It seems like today I can only snap and I can't use getting into more fights. How much I slept last night? Well if I would be a walrus it would be enough. Did you know they go for up to 84 hours straight without a single minute of sleep?

There was just no time to sleep for me last night. I'll give you a little summary of my last, let's say 48, hours for you. So yesterday we were in Hobart. We ran through the show in the morning and gave a show in the afternoon. After that my great, awesome cast mates thought it would be fun to go out for diner and I made the mistake of eating so much sugar, that I just couldn't fall asleep. Actually it wasn't exactly my fault that I had too much sugar. If they didn't put that much sugar in their desserts... Oh and if Shelby didn't want a dessert we would've probably skipped it. Then early in the morning we flew to Melbourne to run another time to the show in the morning. Right now it's about 4 pm and we finished our afternoon show about an hour ago. In a bit we'll start the meet and greet and then we'll have the show after that. I'll be happy if I can finally sleep after that. I can't remember the last time I've been this tired. Just being tired wouldn't be a problem, I think, but it feels like literally nothing can go right. Basically everything and everyone annoys me, I messed up a few times during the first show and I snap every time I talk. To top it off I got in a huge fight with Myles on our flight to Melbourne this morning. I just can't give a normal reaction whenever someone asks me something and I just want to cry. I'm sitting in the girls dressing room with Shelb- wait she left. I'm sitting alone in the girls dressing room. Don't really know where the others are but they're probably enjoying the fact that I'm not that.

I take another bite from my apple. It doesn't even taste good. It tastes rotten. I sigh before standing up to toss it in the bin. "Hii," Brittany says cheerful as she walks into the dressing room. "Hello," I say monotone trying to keep myself from sounding rude. "What's up?" she asks. "Nothing much," I say and try to smile. I hope I succeeded, because I don't really know if it looked credible. "Sure?" Brittany asks looking a bit worried now. No I'm not fine, everything is going wrong, Myles hates me, I'm messing up everything, not to forget that I'm going to ruin next show and that fans are going to be angry at me and then everyone will be angry and I'll be angry and everything what wasn't going wrong already will go wrong and I just want to sleep because I'm so tired and I literally can't stand on my legs anymore. Touring is nice, but this is too much. Well that's what I want to say, but I don't. "Just a bit tired," is all I say instead.

"Okay," Brittany reacts and she smiles, "the meet and greet start in 30 minutes or so, so if you can come when you're ready that would be great." "Of course," I say faking one more smile before Brittany leaves. Soon after that I walk out of the dressing and on my way to the room where the meet and greet will be, I see Myles. "Hi," I say and start to smile. Like actually smile, not one of those fake smiles of earlier. "Hi," he says as he turns around. He looks annoyed. I want to walk towards him to give him a hug, but he does a step backwards. "I'm still mad Briar," he says looking serious, "I'm sorry but I can't see you right now." After that he leaves me standing in the middle of the hall as he walks away. I'm surprised, but mostly sad. I thought at least he would understand that we got into that fight this morning just because I was so tired, but apparently he didn't. Just when I see my sight getting blurry and I feel the tears in my eyes, I realize that I'll ruin my make-up and having to do my make-up over is the absolute last thing I want to do. With a tissue I carefully get rid of the tears and just don't allow any more tears to come into my eyes.

Sometimes you just have to turn all those emotions off to keep going. I take one last deep breath before continuing to walk to the room where the meet and greets will be. Hopefully those fans will be able to make me smile a bit.

Getting through the meet and greet is actually easier than I thought. The cast basically ignores me, not that I disagree with them. I probably would ignore myself too if I was them. They ignore me just because they know I really don't want anyone to talk to me and because I'll snap at them anyway. The only thing that does annoy me is that Myles ignores me too. Though I should've seen it coming after what he said in the hallway. For the first time in what feels like forever he isn't standing beside me during the pictures and it really bothers me. He really keeps me going through hard times and going through this 'hard' time alone now, is harder than I ever expected it to be. The cute little fans make me smile though and for a second I forget that I'm extremely tired. Just for a second unfortunately. Another happy fan comes to take a picture. (Picture shown above gets taken ⬆️⬆️⬆️)
After the meet and greet things are still the same. Not that I try to participate in any of their conversations. I still don't really have a problem with it. As we're giving the show it feels like my whole body gets heavier every time I dance. I'm starting to question who's idea it ever was that I do so many dances. On the other side I'm glad with it. Because of it I don't have much time to think about how tired between the dances. During the last dances I literally feel like I'm a zombie and the only thing that keeps me going is the abnormal amount of noise that the audience makes. We do our very last dance move and end in our ending positions. We take our bows one by one and while the others wave for a while at the fans, I already run off stage. It's like a weight is lifted off my shoulders and I burst into tears. It feels like nothing will be able to stop the tears from coming. I'm so done with today, all I want to do is go to bed and for everything to be fixed when I wake up tomorrow.

I don't even have the energy to sit down, I just stand there crying in the wings. Just a few seconds later I feel two strong arms wrap around me from behind. Two arms I'm able to pick out of thousandth of other arms. I turn around and wrap my arms around Myles.

It only causes me to cry harder though while Myles softly rubs over my back. "Let's go somewhere else," he says as we're still standing in the wings. "I can't," I sob, even talking feels like the hardest thing to do, "I'm so tired, I can't even move a single muscle."

Without saying something Myles just picks me up and walks away from all the noise until we're somewhere where it's almost quiet. As he puts me down I see we're in one of the dressing rooms. We sit down on the couch and I curl myself up against him. "I'm so tired," I say again, "I haven't slept last night and those two songs on one day were just too much." I don't even want to know how horrible I look right now. I feel more miserable than I thought was possible though.

"And then we got into that fight," I continue, "and I really didn't mean to but I was just tired and-" Myles cuts me off. "It's okay," he says, "I get it, I'm tired too and I was already really tired when we got into that fight."

I look up and smile. Maybe things aren't as bad as I thought they were. "Can we please never fight again?" I ask. Myles wipes some of my tears away. "Of course," he says before he kisses my lips. "I love you too much to be mad at you," he says pulling my closer.

"I love you too," I say and hide my face into his chest again.

"Though, I can't promise I won't ever be this tired again."

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