Say Something

The Venue

*The on flight*

Everyone is asleep except for Scott. He plays on his phone, taking selfies and some with sleeping Mitch, playing games and talking to Pentaholics and SuperFruits(SF fans) on twitter to make the time go faster.

*Scott's tweets*

"@ScottHoying: Long flight! On our way to Kentucky for tour rehearsals. Be sure to get your tickets now! PTXOFFICIAL.com/Tour "

"@ScottHoying: Sleepy Mitch is sick again. pic.twitter.com/oahahabb "

Attached is a selfie he took with sleeping Mitch.

*on the plane*

After a while, he decides to take a nap for the rest of the flight.

*An hour later*

Avi: Wake up, sleeping beauties. We're at the airport.

He says as he wakes up Scott and Mitch.

Scott: Huh?...Oh okay..

He says, still waking up.

Mitch stretches.

Scott: Feeling any better?

Mitch shrugs and nods.

As they all get their bags and leave the plane, they venture off to find their car.

Once they find it, they make their way to the venue to see where they'll be rehearsing tomorrow.

*A few minutes later, at the venue*

Scott: This place is amazing!

Scott says with his jaw dropped as he looks around the venue.

Kevin: It's huge!

Jonathan: And you guys are gonna sell it out in no time.

Kirstie: I can't wait!

Mitch texts Scott.

*their conversation*

Mitch: But what if my voice isn't back by the time we start the show?

Scott: Then we will just do our best and have the fans sing your part. Plus between Kirstie and I, we can get it done. Don't worry. :)

Mitch: Thank you..Scott. For everything.

*at the venue*

Scott smiles at Mitch. He smiles back.

Jonathan: We need to make the set list tonight so we can practice it tomorrow.

Avi: Great!

Avi, Mitch and Kirstie sit on their stage that their crew members previously set up. Jonathan stands in front of them with his clipboard as Scott stands with Kevin on the stage.

Jonathan: So what song should we open with?

Kevin: I think Daft Punk is a great opener, but Mitch starts it and he can't sing.

Mitch looks down, feeling bad.

Scott notices and places his hand on Mitch's shoulder. His touch makes Mitch smile and lift his head.

Avi: We could open with Gangnam Style?

Kirstie: Yeah that could work!

Kevin: Yeah, Scott sings the lead in them at one.

Jonathan: Okay, so open with Gangnam Style?

He asks Scott for verification.

Scott: Yeah! Sure!

Jonathan writes it down.

Jonathan: And then what?

After a few minutes of figuring out their set list, Pentatonix makes their way to their new hotel.

A few hours later, it's 11 pm. Everyone is asleep. Except for Mitch.

He lays in his bed and stares at the ceiling.

*Mitch's POV*

What if I can't sing anymore?

What if I can't continue with PTX or SuperFruit?

What if Scott will end our friendship because I can't talk to him anymore?

I don't know what to do...

*Room*

Scott knocks on his door.

Scott: Mitchie?

He asks as he slowly enters Mitch's room.

Mitch sits up to let Scott know he's awake.

Scott: Are you feeling any better yet?

Mitch makes a his hands shake in a way that lets Scott know he's sort of feeling better.

Scott: But you still can't talk?

He shakes his head as Scott sits on the edge of his bed with something behind his back.

Scott: Well..I got something for you...

Mitch gives him a confused look.

He takes a deep breath and gives Mitch a white little fuzzy teddy bear and flowers.

Mitch smiles with a blush as he takes them.

Scott: I've noticed you've kind of been upset lately, and all though I may not entirely know why, I still felt bad. Even if it isn't my fault. So I got you these to hopefully help cheer you up and makes you feel better.

Mitch tears up with joy and hugs his best friend.

Scott smiles hugging him back.

He checks the time. 11:30 pm.

Scott: You should get some sleep. It's 11:30 and you're sick. Plus we have all day rehearsals tomorrow.

He kisses Mitch's head softy and tucks him in.

Placing the flowers in water, and heading out of the room, Scott turns and smiles when he sees Mitch cuddling the bear and already asleep.

Scott smiles looking at his best friend.

He whispers.

Scott: Goodnight, Mitchie.