Jonathan opened his eyes and sat up with a groan. "Michel? Where are -- oh." Of course, the tour. For a second there, he'd been completely disoriented by the pitch and roll of the bus. His hair looked like it had undergone some kind of explosion, sticking out on all sides in an unruly mass.

"Is... is it not too early for practice? With all the excitement, I wasn't able to fall asleep till quite late."