When we arrive to the venue, Alex is rushed backstage to prepare for a full dress rehearsal of the show, which I'm able to sit through. I sit behind the sound board with Bob while he works with a handful of other guys, making sure the sound and lighting is perfect.

I have to admit, I've never really listened to Alex's music before. Of course I've heard a few of his hit songs while channel surfing on the radio and in department stores, but I've never bought one of his albums. Pop isn't my top music genre, but I can listen to it. His music is actually not that bad. I may even add a song or two of his to my playlist after this.

The first run through has a few hiccups they plan to work out later during the second rehearsal. If you ask me, the show is great. Never have I seen so many visuals, choreography, and pyro. But, then again, I'm used to small, mediocre venues where there's hardly any lighting at all.

When the first rehearsal is finished everyone is dismissed for lunch.

Chris comes up to me with some papers and instructs me to fill them out and set up a personal business email to be contacted with by the team and anyone necessary.

I carefully slide the papers in my backpack for now and sling it over my shoulder before following Bob backstage to a large room that has numerous tables set up for the crew to eat lunch. We make our way to the end of the large line thats formed at the catering table that's filled with a variety of sandwiches, chips, fruits, vegetables, and beverages.

When we finally get to the table I grab a sandwich, apple, and water and wait for Bob, assuming I'm going to sit with him. To my dismay, he gets caught up in conversation with a co-worker and they stand in the corner chit-chatting instead of sitting down to eat. Not wanting to be nosey or invade their conversation, I take it upon myself to find an almost empty table and sit down to eat and fill out my paperwork. No one from the table even looks up when I sit down, so I don't feel as bad shutting myself off to complete the paperwork.

After eating and filling out the paper work, I decide to still sit at the table and pull out my laptop to try to set up my new email. While intently reading the instructions Chris printed out for me, I hear the legs of the chair next to me screech out as someone moves it to sit down. I look over to see Alex set his tray down and scoot his chair in closer to the table before turning to me.

"Hey," he says with a smile while running a hand through his dark, slightly sweaty hair from rehearsing an hour and a half show.

"Hey," I reply, slightly shocked that he chose to sit right next to me when there are plenty of other seats open. Does he need something?

"Whatcha up to?" he asks while cocking his head to the side to peek at my computer.

"Not much. I just filled out some paper work for Chris and now I'm trying to set up this email," I say, briefly picking up the paper of instructions to show him.

"Ah, sounds like a blast," he says sarcastically before popping a baby carrot into his mouth.

"Tell me about it," I grumble, following another step listed.

"So, tell me about yourself," he says, continuing to watch me while he eats his lunch.

"What?" Again, I'm thoroughly surprised he's even giving me the time of day.

"Tell me about yourself. I mean, we already know you're mean but there has to be more to you," he teases.

I can't help but let out a dramatic groan, throwing my head back.

"What?" He laughs, clearly amused by my overdramatic reaction.

"One, I am not mean, and two, I really hate that question," I admit. It's true, I loathe that question. I never know how to answer.

"What question?"

"The so tell me about yourself question. That's literally the hardest question on the planet."

"How? It's really the most simple question on the planet," he says with a look that tells me he more than likely thinks I'm crazy.

"Maybe when you're a world famous popstar," I quip back. "Me, I'm pretty boring."

"So, you have to have some sort of story or even a hobby."

"See, that's the thing! I never know how in depth to go with that question. Do I tell you all the nitty, gritty details of my life? Do I mention any childhood trauma? Or do I give you a brief overview of my life and expect you to be satisfied? I'm not sure what's too much or too little. I don't want to sound like one of those cheesy online dating profiles either being all like hi, my name is Joslyn and I like long walks on the beach, you know? Or I don't want to sound like it's my turn to speak at the AA meeting and uncomfortably spill everything on you. Do I even tell you my favorite color?" I say, honestly spouting off everything running through my head.

"Whoa, slow down!" He chuckles. "How about you just tell me a brief overview and I'll stop and ask questions along the way," he compromises.

"Fine." I sigh. "Well, obviously my names Joslyn—"

"See!" he says cutting me off, pointing his finger at me. "There, why did your parents name you Joslyn?"

"Honestly, I don't know," I say truthfully. "I think my parents just saw a street or a shop with the name and it sort of stuck," I say with a shrug. "No big story."

"Alright, continue."

"Um, you already know I'm twenty. I'm from Nashville," I say, purposefully leaving out Ohio. I don't feel like talking about that time in my life right now. "My dad's a manager and he mainly manages my brother Joe's band these days. I've been on the road with them for years acting as their assistant or whatever they need to help out."

"Why did you leave?" he asks, furrowing his brows.

"Because, as much as I love them I can't do it for the rest of my life, especially for a living. I kind of want to break free and be a manager like my dad since he's not giving up my brother's band anytime soon, or ever. So that's why I'm here, to hopefully work my way up," I explain, feeling some heat rise to my cheeks, slightly embarrassed. Hopefully he doesn't think I'm stupid or ridiculous for doing this.

"Oh, that's awesome," he says genuinely.

"Thanks," I say, giving him a small smile.

"I hope everything works out. So, what else," he asks.

"What else?"

"Yeah, there has to be more to your story."

"Not really. That's my brief synopsis. I told you I'm boring," I say with a shrug.

"Oh come on! There has to be more, something else. You have to have some sort of weird hobby or obsession."

"Wouldn't you like to know," I say with a smirk.

"I would, actually."

"Well, we have quite a long time together on this tour so I guess you're just going to have to try to figure me out."

The alarm on my phone dings, reminding me of the mandatory meeting we have to sit through before the second dress rehearsal.

"But for now we have a meeting to get to. Let's go, popstar," I say, shoving my things into my backpack and heading for the door with him trailing behind me.

We walk down the hall to the room where the meeting is being held in silence, and I swear I can see the gears in his head turning, trying to figure me out. I can't help but let out a small chuckle as to what he must be thinking my story is.

When we enter the room I see Chris and decided to give him my papers now, so I don't lose them later.

"Thanks, did you get your email set up ok?" Chris asks after I hand him the papers.

"Yeah, at least I think so," I say. I followed all of the steps, so I should be good to go.

"Alright, I'll send you an email now to be sure," he says, pulling his phone from his pocket to send me an email.

I wait a few seconds before pulling out my phone and I see Chris's email in my inbox.

"Got it," I tell him, not bothering to respond to his email.

"Good. Take a seat and we should get started soon."

I take a seat in the second row of many. All of the seats are set up like a classroom, facing one direction.

As soon as I sit down I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out to see that I have another new email.

I'm going to figure you out. There has to be something.

Immediately, I know it's from Alex and I turn around in my seat to see him standing, talking to Chris. Once he feels my gaze on him he briefly glances at me, and I can see a hint of a smirk form on his face.

I turn back around in my seat and send back a reply.

How do you know my email you creep?

I wait for my phone to buzz, indicating a new email.

I was sitting right there when you set it up.

I shake my head, not believing he remembered my email.

"Alright everyone, let's get this meeting started!" Chris yells to get everyone's attention, walking to the front of the room.

Everyone begins to take their seats and I feel a familiar presence sit right next to me. I look over to see Alex sitting next to me, slight smirk on his face as Chris starts the meeting.