Jared moved his head around on his shoulders, trying to work the muscles of his neck. They were tight, his whole body was tight. This was the first time he'd been with the guys as a group since he'd come back from rehab. Individually, he'd spoken to each of his band members and quietly asked for forgiveness.
Standing on the Nashville practice stage, he felt butterflies. He had never felt butterflies in his life, but standing here, he did. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart and focus on the job at hand. All they were doing here was running through their show twice before they would embark on a small Asian tour. Small by their caliber. Twelve dates in eighteen days. It would be grueling, but that's how Black Friday did things.
"You doing okay?" Garrett asked a
