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Morris crashed the cymbals and stomped on the bass drum pedal.

“I said, are you ready?!”

“Yes!!”

Ren rammed his hand across the bass guitar strings, sending a powerful thrum through the crowd, reverberating in every chest.

“ARE YOU FUCKING READY??”

“YESSS!!!”

Jayce’s fingers flew up the fret board, looking out at the audience with a hungry, heated gaze.

“THEN LET’S DO THIS!!”

The concert was on.

Chapter Five

“Kell: Boxers or briefs?”

“Commando.”

I rolled my eyes and typed Kell’s response.

We’d been on the road for a week already, and the guys were used to these interrogations. I ambushed them with prying fan questions on the first day, thinking it’d be best to break the ice by just jumping in headfirst. I had wanted the band members to know exactly what kind of work I’d be doing. Luckily, they didn’t mind. In fact, the guys usually had a lot of fun with it.

Jayce was on the sofa farthest from me. Ever since that moment we’d had on the tour bus before everyone arrived, he’d been keeping his distance. I still caught him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye every so often. The more days that passed, the more often I caught him.

I was attracted to Jayce; I couldn’t deny it. I’d been bold that first day, showing off for him, but it made me blush and squirm every time I thought about it. What had gotten into me?

Jayce was clearly attracted to me, too. That much was obvious. But why? Why me? I was just another intern. Did he think I would throw myself at him like every other fan? That wasn’t going to happen. I was determined to be professional from now on.

Which was why I was grilling the guys about their underwear habits and posting the answers online.

Morris and Ren had chosen to sit at the bar. Morris already had a bottle of water in his hand, chilled from the bar fridge. I wondered whose job it was to keep the band stocked with drinks and food. Probably some other intern. Companies sure did like to use our free labor.

Kell draped himself over my shoulder, reading the questions from my phone’s screen, laughing aloud at each one before I read them to the room.

“Ren: You touched my hand in Dallas, and I haven’t washed it since.” I raised my head from my phone. “Any response?”

Ren lifted an eyebrow. “Tell whoever wrote it that I’m flattered, but for sanitation’s sake, please wash both hands regularly.”

“How do you even choose which questions to respond to?” Kell asked, grabbing my phone and scrolling through the messages I had marked to answer. “There must be tons coming in every second.”

“Every second, huh? You must think pretty highly of yourself.” I grabbed at the phone. He let me steal it back, giving me a smug grin.

“It’s not that hard. Sometimes I look for questions that are interesting or unique, something nobody’s asked before. Or I’ll choose something funny or cute that’s bound to get lots of shares. I’ll usually check to see how many followers they have and if their posts tend to get shared a lot. I don’t only choose popular users, but it helps if they have a following. We want people to be talking about us.”

“But only good stuff, right?” Morris asked.

“Hey, it’s us. There’s only good stuff.” Kell grinned.

I continued scrolling through the list of questions. A notification popped up on my screen before I could ask the next one. It was a private message. I tapped to open it, and my jaw dropped.

wonder who youhad to fuck to get a job as an official groupie

you better watch yourself bitch if you know whats good for you