((IMPORTANT NOTE: What you're about to read is from Chase's Past. This is all in the past tense. Flashbacks, if you will. Documenting them like this are to shine light on the kind of relationships Chase shared with her ex-band mates. To be a bit more precise, this would be about 3-4 years before Chase came to RhyDin.))

Chase sat Indian style on a couch of their road-tour van. With a notebook cradled on her lap, she skimmed the one lyric she had written down. Thoughtfully, she tapped her pencil along the words and hummed the notes while silently reading the words.

Travis had gone out for some odd reason. And Keith was out cold from his wild night of drinking the night before. Chase never slept well on a stomach full of booze. So, she woke up early and had been brainstorming lyrics most of the day. Along with munching on some random chips she found.

As usual, Stash was right there by her side....well, he was a few feet in front of her anyway, sitting on the floor of the van. He looked like hell, to be truthful. Eyes were just slightly bloodshot from his own night out....a night in which he didn't sleep a wink.

He'd planned on getting some sleep today, but Chase wanted to write, so here he was with her. Usually, he was on the piano, but he was cradling a guitar in his lap for the time being, strumming various chords, trying to find something that sounds good....ANYTHING that sounds good.

It was in the dead of summer, and even with the doors to the van wide open, it was still hotter than hell. He'd gotten rid of his shirt long ago, and was sitting there only in a pair of jeans, barefoot.

Eyes lifted towards Chase, watching his partner trying to brainstorm. Finally, he spoke up. "Got anything yet..?" No sooner than Stash had gotten the words out of his mouth, he began rolling another joint.

Chase found Trav's pack of cigarettes, but no lighter to light up with. She frowned and closed the notebook, setting it aside. The pencil, however, was hooked over her ear to push back rainbow bangs.

Chase eyed the joint, grinning. Taking it, she took a greedy long hit from the thing while considering Stash's offer. She held out the bag of chips to him with a grin, holding the joint tediously. "Yeah, I'm a bit spent too. M'brains warped. Want some eats, hot stuff?"

Chase and Stash always play-flirted. It was just how wicked comfortable they were with each other.

"Damn right...." He slowly took his joint back with one hand, while the other hand reached inside her bag of chips. Like the pig he was, he pulled out a handful, just about emptying the bag. Throwing his head back, he shoved the fistful of chips in his mouth, and crumbs went everywhere.

That only added to the ungodly mess that defined the inside of this van. He sat there for a few moments, working the joint down slowly....yeah, that was nice. Eyes began searching for his shirt, and he really didn't have a clue where the hell it was.

Oh well, he saw one of Keith's shirts sprawled out in the middle of the floor. It didn't exactly fit him, but who gave a crap" He pulled the black t-shirt over his head and slid his feet into the black flip flops that were underneath one of the seats. "Where we going..." I could go for just about anything right now."

Yeah, they did play flirt constantly. They loved each other and cared about each other, but only as the best of friends. Truth be told, if she did lay the offer out, he'd sleep with her in a heartbeat.

What guy wouldn't want to nail a piece of tail as hot as Chase" But, once again, he didn't see her that way....he was probably the only guy in the world who didn't. But that ain't to say he wouldn't if she offered it.

The Gypsy Rock Star bursts into laughter. With that she bopped her hip against his. "Oh yeah. I forgot. Coouurrrrrse you can..." She sang, rolling her eyes skeptically.

Things were tight around the band. Travis seemed to be more and more different and acting strange. Keith was strange because Travis was being strange which made Chase strange...Her only bodyguard of a brother-type. "Fast-food'll do. I'll treat. For some reason, Keith gave me a twenty last night. Lucky feckin' bastard. Swear to god."

Giggling, she rolled her eyes. Pulling the hematite polished lenses of aviators from her pocket, she placed them over her eyes. Grinning in the sunlight, she glanced over to Stash, slowing her pace to walk by his side. "Y'know, I should totally kick -your- fanny for making it so hot outside. Why else would it be smoldering out' Damn you, Stash. Damn your hot, badass self."

She loved going the long annoying way with their flirts. It's what kept them hilarious.

"So, sweets, which one'll y'have" I don't care either. Closest one?"

A shrill, musical "Oooh!" Sounded from the Gypo lead singer as her hips craned forward in response to the slap.

"Now now, keep your naughty hands to yourself! I'll tell on you to Keithy!" She peeped with giggles. Rubbing at her shanny, she sighed.

Then, the humor faded into hardened concern. "Two weeks" Sh*t. I...don't know. Neither have I, bro. It used to come so easy...Now" It's almost impossible. Man, I don't know. I wish it'd just blow over. Could it be...we're trying to hard?"

She offered that suggestion while looking around cautiously. If any fanboys tackled her, there was no bulky Irishman to keep her safe. Stash was decent enough, but...she still felt a bit vulnerable.

"What were our aliases again? I keep forgetting." "Mike and Monica Stevens...we've been married like six years or something."

Yeah, they definitely looked like a Mike and Monica Stevens, didn't they' Sorry, but every pore of Chase and Stash oozed rock star. No matter how hard they tried to cover up, they were who they were.

Pulling the door open for her, he let her go on in first. "Get me whatever number that spicy chicken combo is....Coke to drink, I guess. I gotta go piss." Ah, didn't she just love being one of the guys? Hopefully, she'd be okay in the two minutes he'd be gone.

A girl behind one of the three registers was staring hard at her. The thing about Chase Rosewind....she had become almost as instantly recognizable as Madonna.

She was that huge.

She was one of the biggest rock stars in the world, and she had just walked into a Wendy's in El Paso, Texas without any protection, and barely anything to cover her up.

One of the girls nudged the one working beside her, and you could read it on her lips when she said, "Is that Chase Rosewind?"

The other girl was trying her best to look into the line, trying to catch a glimpse of who her co worker was talking about. Meanwhile, Chase...err, MONICA was now third in line.....and Stash wasn't back yet!

Chase backed away from the tall man she'd once use a shield. Grinning nervously, she gave a single nod to Stash. Leaping over the railing, she stood with her hands fanned before her softly. "Okay, okay! Yes, it's me. Let's...chill out, kay?" Then, she dug into her back pocket, pulling out a black Sharpie. "We're just here to get lunch. But we'll sign stuff for you guys. Just....stay cool!"

She urged, wiggling the Sharpie. She backed to stand beside Stash, muttering something between her teeth: "Whattookyousofuckinglong"!"

They couldn't afford to lead their packs of fans to their Van. Travis was no where to be found. And Keith was in no state to handle things. The driver for their van was out on break. They had to oblige. And hope they wouldn't get followed.

"FeckyouIwassmoking!" They were always armed with Sharpies for this very occasion. Stash was just plain pissed, but he was trying his absolute best to smile while signing whatever was handed to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was watching this one guy in particular. He'd seen this a thousand times. Him, Keith, and Travis had learned to recognize the guys who wanted nothing more than to grope Chase while taking a picture, and this dude had it written all over his face.

Sure enough, within about three minutes, he'd worked his way towards Chase, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her up against him while handing his cell phone to his girlfriend, or whoever she was.

Chase really didn't even have time to react before he decided he wasn't satisfied with an arm around her. He actually pulled her in for a hug with both arms, and Stash spoke up. "Get the hell off her, man.....RIGHT NOW!"

And yet, Chase was still worlds better at dealing with moments and situations like these than Stash was. If it wasn't for the fact that it was 95% girls who were flocking to him, he would've blown this off and stormed out before it even began.

But alas, a pair of breasts and a pretty face was all it took to get Stash in a better mood. Thankfully, there were at least a couple of pretty faces in the crowd. He was signing virtually anything you can think of, much like Chase was. He'd even signed a couple of girls' breasts, which was nothing new for him. By the time he'd signed everything there was to sign, he'd had at least four phone numbers handed to him.

Many hugs, kisses, pictures, and autographs later, he finally pushed his way towards the table where Chase was already waiting for him. Sighing as he sat down, he removed his hat to run his fingers through his hair, really not in all that great of a mood. "There are days when I wish we could just walk away from all of it, I swear. All I want to do is get lunch......can't even do that."

Chase frowned, forcefully stuffing a fry into his mouth. "Yeah yeah. It's a bitch. But hey, we scored free food!" She chirped, nodding. "Now, stay sexy and eat!"

She pushed his wrapped chicken sandwich, bucket of fries, and drink to him. The Gypsy smiled playfully, nodding. "Thanks back there, as usual. For a genius, you sure are a gentleman. I always like it when you get manly on me."

Giggling, she gave her eyes a playful roll before stuffing fries into her mouth, opening her box of chicken nuggets. She pulled her Aviators off over her head to rest there.