Jake was exhausted. His wirey muscles contract and release with what little they have left while he dances. The tour was so long, and he couldn't do it anymore. Every part of him hurt so bad, blisters all over his feet from the shoes they made him wear, and he was so...so damn hungry. All he really wanted was to curl up with the biggest bowl of ramen in the world and eat until he was puffy and passed out. But he couldn't. Here he was stuck in an endless tour. He loved his fans, they meant so much to him. But shouldnt he mean that much to himself? Was it so wrong to want a little time to himself? This thought seemed to burden him, it added weight to his ankles. His movements were sloppy and he wasn't sharp, he could bend as well and he couldn't keep up. This was evident as you watched him. Girls around you screamed, but you couldn't...you loved your boyfriend but you couldn't bring yourself to cheer for somebody who was suffering so greatly- not like that anyways. That's when you noticed it...he was crying...he was crying because he was so tired and hurt...he wiped his tears haphazardly while he performed. It was all he could do. So when you got back to the hotel room that night you tried to cook the biggest pot of ramen, you knew it was on the bad food list for Jake- but you couldn't help it. That look on his face made your insides churn. When he arrived, you heard the click of a hotel key as he walked in. He looked gaunt, exhausted, and shaky. But the moment he smelled the ramen he broke down again. He started crying, he couldn't help it. Jake was so tired of it all. That something so loving as ramen made him uncontrollable.