I was pretty nervous. Love you, Babe!" Steve? Call me when you get back to your hotel room, okay? I want to talk more with you when you have the time,..." stated Gwen.Steve wasn't very anxious to attend a party with the musicians from the show, but he found himself enjoying conversations with some of the guys. There were quite a few female fans and friends there as well. Many of them worked very hard to get Steve's attention. He was amazed at how brazen they were in their attempts to impress him.. Case in point Michael calling to inform them that his job doesn’t start until the end of summer so he was going to move back home rather than pay another month’s worth of rent at his cramped university apartment.Meaning he had his rather large and spacious two story childhood home all to himself and his Step-Father Bill had given him a five thousand dollar prepaid credit card as a way to spoil Michael as it were. An act that did not exactly send Michael calling Bill his Father of course but. "Maybe he's skimmin' money an' about to flee the country an' is just bein' extra greedy ... I dunno."Tamara had been a little worried when Edward left, and the delays weren't soothing her mood."Just be careful, my love. You're a long way from home, and he knows the country better than you." Yeah, we've all got the American embassy on speed dial, an' ever'body's keepin' their phones close. I don't think he'll get stupid, but it ain't like I never been wrong before."She was headed in to visit. This revelatory moment provided the burst of oxygen that lit the sparks in the room afire. All four were consumed by the profundity of the moment and the thrill of what they were discovering now together. Dara’s fingers continued to stroke, so energized was she by the moment. “I am so proud of you,” she continued, looking at Damian. “Not just as my son. But as a man and the future King.” With that, Dara stood. Her robe fell off her shoulders, her body bared. No longer a mother, but a tribal.