We will leave on Friday for San Diego, benefit on Saturday, and by the time we finish packing up Thursday, I truly believe we can pull off an album by tour’s end. I’ll work on an idea swimming in my head while Dev’s in Arizona. I won’t be surprised if he has something of his own when he gets back. The guy’s best ideas have come from him raw-dogging a flight. Just him and his thoughts.

And it might shock people to their cores, but the piano in the corner will call to Felix. He’s classically trained. If we write lyrics first, he can rework a melody a dozen different ways until they sync. So long as no one watches. He’s a bashful little thing.

While they go to dinner with Christian, all of them needing a few hours out of the hotel, Colton and I go to the gym. He hooks up his phone to the speakers and blares what I’ve dubbed his high-schooler weightlifting playlist.

My lips twitch as he turns around, and he flips me off. We go hard on the weights for about half an hour before he shoves me toward the treadmills. He hops on the one to my right and immediately sets it higher than mine. So, I kick it up because it’s what we do.

We’d end up at a dead sprint if the door didn’t open. The mirror in front of us shows Remi walking in behind us. She and I haven’t spoken directly since I played for her before our last show. It seems we’ve fallen into a wordless truce around one another. Not that I’ve seen much of anyone outside the main dickheads, but when she has popped up, she films me, and I let her.

Like now. Our eyes meet in the reflection, and spotting the camera in her hand, I nod. Her mouth perks up instantly. “I only need a few minutes.”

Colton and I settle on a sustainable speed until she finishes. My eyes flick to her in the mirror within seconds, but then everyone’s attention shifts to the door. I scoff as Wannabe waltzes in, dressed for a workout. He flashes a surprised grin—the surprise part utter bullshit—toward Remi.

“I was curious where you’d wandered off to,” he says.

She forces a small smile. “I wanted to take advantage before everyone leaves tomorrow.”

With the short notice, we’re not bringing the crew. I prefer it. For obvious reasons.

Xander lowers the volume on our music, and Colton serves me side-eye for it.

“The plan still to play catch-up the next few days?” he asks her, walking toward us.

She nods. “I fell behind on reviewing footage, and Heath and I have a call.”