Waking up in a sea of white sheets and pillows, I quickly reach over to silence my alarm clock and sit up to rub the sleep from my eyes. After meeting back up with Chris yesterday, he released me for the day to come back to the hotel that was booked for the crew.

During my meeting with Chris, he walked me around backstage and introduced me to everyone in sight, and I bet you I can't even remember half of their names. He also briefly went over what I'll be doing and how the tour is usually run.

The alarm clock on the night stand reads 7:00 a.m. and I dread getting out of this ridiculously comfortable bed. I stretch my limbs before drawing back the covers and leaving the warmth of the bed. My feet pad across the carpet as I make my way to the hotel bathroom and turn on the shower. As I let the water heat up I dart back to the bed to grab my phone and check for any messages.

One new text from Chris.

: Joslyn, don't forget to wake up Alex at 8. The both of you should be downstairs in the lobby by 8:50 to catch a car to the venue.

The text was sent about five minutes ago, letting me know that Chris is already up. I quickly type back a response to let him know I got his message and remembered my first task of the job before stripping down and getting in the shower.

Rinsing my hair one final time, I turn off the water and grab one of the many towels on the towel rack, wrapping it around my body. I grab an extra towel and throw my soaking wet hair into it, wrapping it on top of my head. Wiping some seam off of the mirror, I take in my appearance before letting out a breath, read to start my usual morning routine.

By 7:38 I'm finished in the bathroom and dressed in an olive green top, white jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. With over twenty minutes to spare, I decide it'll be best to run downstairs to grab a coffee instead of sitting in the room and staring at the clock, which would drive me insane.

I grab my phone and double check that I have my room key before heading down the hall to the elevator. Pressing the down button, I patiently wait for the elevator to come. Upon hearing the ding, I look up from my phone and enter when the doors open, pressing the button for the main lobby.

With fifteen minutes left to spare, I make my way to the dining area to take advantage of the complimentary breakfast. I make a bee line for the coffee machine that's occupied by three other people. Grabbing a tall Styrofoam cup, I impatiently wait in line for the others to take their grand old time to make sure their coffee is made to perfection. When it's my turn I quickly fill up the cup with the hot liquid and add some creamer before making my way to the breakfast bar to grab a yogurt, spoon, and an apple.

Once I grab my food, I turn to make my way back upstairs but someone collides into me, and of course half of my coffee spills out of the cup and all over my white pants and shoes, causing me to hiss in pain due to the temperature of the liquid.

"You have got to be kidding me," I can't help but grumble looking down at the mess.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," the person who ran into me apologizes profusely.

"It's ok," I lie. This is not what I need for my first day.

"Here, let me go get you some paper towels," they say before dashing off to retrieve some.

"Here, I'm so sorry," they say, handing me paper towels.

I finally look up to meet their eyes and they're a beautiful caramel color. The person who ran into me is a guy, most likely in his twenties. He has short dirty blonde hair and a bit of stubble on his face as he wears all black.

"Thank you," I say, grabbing some of the paper towels from his hands, setting my stuff down on the floor to dab at my now ruined pants and shoes. He takes the rest and tries to sop up the mess that's on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," he says again before standing back up with the wet paper towels in his hands.

"It's fine," I say, checking my watch that now reads 7:56.

"I'm Derek by the way," he says, trying to start up a conversation with me that I have no time for right now.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I have to go," I blurt out, grabbing all of my stuff off of the floor, rushing past him and throwing it into the trashcan on the way out. I sprint to the elevator that is about to close and squeeze my way in past the doors, frantically pushing the button of my floor. There are four other people in here with me that are looking at me like I'm a mad woman.

I tap my foot on the tiled floor of the elevator impatiently before running out as soon as the doors open to the floor I need. I sprint down the hall past my room in search of Alex's and I make it in front of his door with five seconds left. As soon as my watch reads 8:00 a.m. I rap my knuckles on his door.

After knocking, I can faintly hear an alarm going off on the other side of the door. It's about ten seconds before it is silenced and I wait. When thirty seconds pass I decide to knock on his door again, this time a little harder.

"Coming," I hear him mumble out and shuffle to the door.

The door handle jiggles before it opens and Alex appears in the doorway yawning. He seems to be opening the door mid-stretch, showing off all of his smooth, toned muscles due to him only being dressed in his boxers.

"Yeah?" he asks after his stretch, resting his head against the door frame.

"Um, morning," I say, tearing my eyes away from his nearly naked body that's as impressive as all of the magazines make it out to be. However, I notice he appears to look older in person. He still has a baby face, but his masculine features definitely show.

"Morning," he says, not bothering to fully open his eyes.

"Chris told me to come and wake you up. We have to be downstairs in fifty minutes to catch a car," I inform him.

"Ok," he says, finally pushing his head and body off the support of the door frame, rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair still looking tired as ever.

Before he fully closes the door in my face, I place my hand out to catch it.

"Wait, you're actually going to get ready, right? Cause I swear to God, if you get back in that bed and fall asleep, making us late on my first day," I say in a threatening tone.

I am all too fond of this stunt with my brother. Joe is famous for saying he's up and going to get ready when nine times out of ten he crawls back into bed. It infuriates me when he does it and I have to basically throw him around like a rag doll to get him up and ready in time.

"Alright, calm down, I'm up," he says, putting his hands up in defense. "Wait, what happened to you?" he asks, finally opening his eyes and taking in my full appearance.

"It's a long story," I grumble, rolling my eyes.

"Someone's not a morning person." He laughs.

"Shut it and get in the shower," I say, pointing my finger in the general direction of his bathroom.

"Yes, ma'am," he says before closing the door on me.

"I mean it!" I yell so he can hear me through the door while crossing my arms, even though he can't see me.

"I know," I hear him yell back before letting out a chuckle.

I linger outside his door like a crazy person to make sure he's actually up and getting ready. Once I hear the shower start I take that as solid confirmation and decide to head back to my room.

I quickly remove my shoes and step out of my pants, deciding on a regular pair of jeans and black sneakers to change into.

After changing, I take my coffee stained jeans and shoes to the bathroom to run them under water in attempt to wash out some of the coffee stain. To my dismay, the stains don't fully come out. I guess I'll just have to try to wash them later when I have time and hope they're not permanently ruined.

With about forty minutes until the car arrives, I dare to go back downstairs to get my coffee fix. When I get to the dining area I look around to make sure the person who ran into me isn't here.

With the coast clear, I go up to the coffee machine and attempt another cup. I make sure the cup is only half full to help prevent any spills. Then I head over to the breakfast bar and decide on a breakfast sandwich this time so I have less to juggle in my hands. I grab a second one for Alex to be nice in case he doesn't have time to grab his own breakfast.

I carefully make my way to the lobby and wait for the elevator. I'm surprised and relieved when I make it to my door without any mishaps.

Skillfully opening the door with the keycard, I walk into my room and set my stuff down, kicking off my shoes and plopping down on the bed. I turn on the TV to watch some local news while I eat my breakfast.

At 8:40 I turn off the TV and crawl off the bed to put my shoes back on. I grab my now empty coffee cup and throw it into the bathroom trashcan and check my appearance one last time in the large bathroom mirror.

Grabbing my phone, keycard, tour pass, backpack, and the extra breakfast sandwich, I head out the door to make my way to Alex's room. Halfway down the hall, I see his door open and he steps out in a navy t-shirt, black jeans, and the same white shoes from yesterday.

"See, I'm up and ready," he says, holding his hands out to his sides as he walks towards me to show me he is fully up, showered, and dressed on time.

"I see. I'm impressed," I say, giving him a small smile.

"Good, you should be because, honestly, I was planning on going back to bed when you left but then you had to go and yell at me. So I decided against it."

"I did not yell at you!" I say defensively. The last thing I want is for him to think I'm actually mean and fire me.

"I think you did," he says, giving me a look.

"I did not!" I say a little loudly.

"Uh-huh, and what are you doing now?" he says, smirking at me, knowing he got me.

"You're a jerk," I grumble, finally turning down the hall to catch the elevator.

He laughs, following me as I get on the elevator to go to the main lobby and wait for the car.

"Oh, here. I got you a breakfast sandwich since I didn't think you'd have time to grab anything," I say when we get to the lobby, handing him the sandwich, almost as a peace offering.

"Thanks. I guess you're not so mean after all," he says, taking the sandwich from me.

"I am not mean!" I whine.

"I know, I'm just joking with you," he says with a smile and laugh before taking a bite of the sandwich.

The elevator door dings and out walks Chris. Just as he makes his way over to us a black SUV pulls up and he ushers us to the car and we drive to the venue.