Then again, she wasn’t the main act. She wasn’t even the opening act. She was third, if not maybe fourth on the list when it came to the tour. Another show was over. And for forty minutes she hurried across the stage, hoping Colin wouldn’t screw things up and hurt her again. He hadn’t, but the added stress on Masie had her body fighting back. Her right ankle had been bothering her for the last couple shows, but she didn’t want to say anything. She was easily replaceable. And maybe not just by Portis either. She hadn’t seen Jett in two days. The last time they talked, Jett seemed off. It was right after he punched Colin and people were going crazy about it. Most of the people loved the idea of a rockstar being so bold to hit the lead singer of the opening band. It left an opening for plenty of gossip and assumption. But then there were people who used it as a way to attack Jett. To combine the punch with his arrest and turn it into some sick and twisted story. Worse yet, anyone with a computer and an internet connection could say whatever they wanted about Jett.
