The room turns to slight chaos when Chris dismisses the meeting, everyone bolting for the door to get ready for the second rehearsal. I try to follow Joslyn out of the room but we get separated in the crowd, everyone trying to file out of the narrow doorway at once.

Once I fight my way through the door and into the hallway, I keep my eyes peeled for Joslyn, looking left and right through the crowd. Finally, I spot a familiar head of dark brown hair and an olive green shirt that brings out the color of her eyes. I jog up to her and fall in step with her as she walks down the hall.

"So, there has to be something," I say, referring to our earlier conversation.

She turns to me, giving me a questionable look before going to flip through the notebook in her hands that she used to take down some notes in the meeting, thinking I didn't understand something Chris brought up.

"I mean everyone has some weird quirk or something they're embarrassed about," I say, trying to clear up my previous statement.

"Oh," she says, getting the hint and placing her pen back in the spiral of her notebook, hugging it close to her chest.

"You really want to know, huh?" She raises a brow.

"Yes."

"Alright," she huffs out, halting to stand in the hallway. "On time, when we were in Oregon... I killed a man," she says with the straightest face she can muster.

I can't help but let out a laugh.

"What, don't believe me? Go to the park just outside of Portland and deep in the woods, 1.2 miles due North and 150 feet West, you'll find a willow tree near a small pond and that's where he's buried... well, unless some animal got to him," she says with a sinister glint in her eye before brushing past me to continue walking down the hall.

I stand back slightly stunned. This girl can't be serious, right? I know she's most likely joking, but still, the way she said it with such ease... I look up to see her looking back at me with a smile on her face and a giggle escaping her lips, knowing that she was just messing with me.

I shake my head and catch back up to her. "Aren't you just full of jokes," I grumble, clearly unamused by her not telling me her real story.

"I'd rather be full of jokes than boring," she says in a sing song voice.

"Touché."

"Alright, real talk?" She peers at me from underneath her eyelashes.

"Real talk." I gesture for her to follow me into my dressing room where we both take a seat on the couch, facing each other.

"Ok, I guess my weird hobby or quirk or whatever you're looking for is that I actually collect flowers," she says, turning her gaze to the floor.

"What?" I ask, my brows pulling together in confusion. Is she being serious this time?

"Yeah, I've collected flowers from every place I've been to for the first time," she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as a slow blush makes its way to her cheeks.

"Why?" I can't help but ask.

"Well, when your parents decide to name you Joslyn finding one of those license plates keychains, or any souvenir, with your name on it is impossible. So, I don't know, my middle name is Rose and I've always kind of liked flowers, and I always wanted to have something to keep from every place I've visited, so yeah," she quickly rambles, playing with her fingers. "I just decided to find a flower I like from every place, mostly roses, and press and preserve them to keep forever for memories," she finishes, casually shrugging her shoulder.

"So wait, you have a flower from every place you've visited?" I ask to be sure, actually impressed by her confession.

"Yep. Well, except Amsterdam. Something with the venue my brother's band was playing at didn't pan out and everything just went haywire that day so I didn't get the chance to go out and find one, and I haven't been back since," she says with a frown on her face.

"Regardless, that's really awesome," I tell her sincerely with a smile. I really do find it incredible that she decided to do such a unique thing, wishing I had done something like that myself.

"Thanks," she says, another blush rising to her cheeks. I have no clue why she would be embarrassed by this.

"How do you know or even remember where the flowers are from," I ask, finding myself wanting to know more.

"When I'm done preserving a flower I attach a picture I took from the city with the date and place written on the back and attach it to the stem with ribbon."

"Where do you keep all of them?"

"For now they're just in a box in my room, but one day when I have my own place I want to get one of those shadowbox coffee tables and display them in there," she says with a small smile on her face while she absentmindedly plays with a loose fray from the hole in her jeans.

I can't help but feel a small smile form on my face as well. I really like the way this girl thinks. Her confession really makes me feel something towards her, I don't know what, but it does. Admiration, maybe? Either way, I like her and I'm glad I have someone like her on this tour to work so closely with me. Someone who is witty, yet thoughtful and humble. I don't get the same feeling I feel about her with everyone else who works on this tour, that they're somewhat judgmental or hesitant towards me. Especially with the way she woke me up this morning. It's almost as if she treats me like a normal person instead of someone who is way higher up than them or a child.

Maybe it's the age similarity, but I feel like I can actually talk to her and have a conversation. I hope over time maybe we can even be friends, despite her having to work for me. I could really use a friend, a genuine friend, on this tour instead of having to be by myself or be forced to hang out with Chris and his friends who are more like business associates, having to act like a professional instead of a normal twenty year old.

I want to get to know her since we are going to be joined at the hip on this tour after all. And, like I said, I want a genuine friend to hang out with when we're not working so hopefully she doesn't get sick of me or only see me as her boss.

"Hey," Chris says, stepping into the doorway, pulling me from my thoughts and our comfortable silence. "Second rehearsal is in fifteen minutes, get ready," he says before leaving.

"I'll let you get dressed and ready," Joslyn says, standing up from the couch and making her way to the door.

"Hey, are you staying around for the second rehearsal?" I ask before she leaves.

"I think so. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do." She laughs lightly before grabbing the door knob to close the door. Halfway through she opens it back up and sticks her head in. "Oh, and don't mess up this time," she jokes before closing the door fully.

As soon as I hear the door click shut I can't help but smile and shake my head. Yep, I'm definitely befriending this girl.

I quickly get up and change into my first outfit before walking out to the back of the stage. As soon as I get back there people are surrounding me to get my mic pack on and ears in while handing me my microphone and going over how to fix the little mistakes that were made during the first rehearsal.

Soon enough, the band and dancers hit the stage, and as soon as I hear my que I step out on the stage to do the big intro.

An hour and a half later the second rehearsal is complete without a single flaw. As soon as I step off of the stage people once again start surrounding me to gather my things they gave me before.

After I'm free of my mic and everything, I head back to my dressing room where I find Chris and Joslyn talking.

"Typically after the show he'll run back in here and take a shower, so during that time you can start packing up his things and get them ready to go. Then after he showers be sure to get in the bathroom to grab his stuff in the shower so we can run to the bus to get to the next city," Chris instructs her.

"Want to do a practice run?" I joke, walking into the room to grab my shampoo and soap from my backpack, desperately wanting to take a shower after being put through two rehearsals today.

"Might as well," Chris says, not catching my joke. His phone rings and he answers saying he'll be right there before quickly exiting the room.

"You don't really have to pack up my stuff," I say, grabbing my clothes and starting to head for the bathroom.

"Oh, I don't mind," she shrugs.

"Still, you don't have to. I'm just going to end up using it tomorrow anyway. Might as well leave it in here."

"Ok."

"Ok, I'm going to take a shower but feel free to stay in here if you want," I say and she nods her head, taking a seat on the couch.

I take a quick shower and change back into my normal clothes. Walking out of the bathroom running a towel through my hair, I still expect to see Joslyn sitting on the couch but I'm surprised to see my mother sitting there with a man in a suit and tie instead.

"Sweetie," my mother says in an overly high pitched, sweet voice, running over to hug me and kiss my cheek. "This is Eric from Costell Publishing," she says, gesturing to the man.

Of course.

"Um, hi," I awkwardly say, slightly embarrassed having just come out of the shower.

"Nice to meet you." He stands to shake my hand.

"He's here to help us discuss a book deal," my mother says with a smile.

Us? I don't get why she always says us when it's just her who plans on writing and selling a book. She just brings me along to help her chances of a book deal.

"Alright, why don't we sit down and discuss this," he says, taking a seat as I inwardly groan, not wanting to be here and sit through another meeting that I really don't have anything to do with.