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"Hey kid." Amy groaned to herself as the stage manager came back to the place where he left her. "The opener just showed up. Walk them through setting up for sound check and show them to their dressing room."

She shut the book she'd been reading and stood up. "Yes, sir."

"Great."

She sighed as the stage manager left her alone once more. Intern as Assistant Stage Manager, they said. I'm friends with the Stage Manager he'll hook you up, they said. She should have never listened to her stepmom.

This was no learning opportunity, it was doing this dude's errands for him. She should have just volunteered with cats or ushered at the city theatre for services hours. This torture was not worth the additional credit on her resume.

But she would do what he said. If she was going to have to be here she might as well get her service hours and impress the guy enough that he wouldn't blacklist her before she even started college.

As Amy walked into the house of the concert venue...or what ever the concert equivalent was to the theatre "house", she spotted the band, a confused group of boys holding their instruments.

"You guys Sunset Swerve?"

They all turned their heads towards her, practically in sync. "It's Sunset CURVE." Amy took a step back. That wasn't creepy at all.

"My apologies." Amy made a note on her clipboard to get that changed as soon as she was done with them. Maybe the stage manager would let her do something interesting if she showed she could be proactive. "That's just what it says on my sheet." She waved the clipboard at them.

The blonde boy in the group swatted a guy in a tank top. "Stupid hand writing," he muttered.

"I don't know why you keep on letting me fill these things out," replied the sleeveless one.

"Sorry about them," the one in a black leather jacket stepped forward and smiled at her, "I'm Reggie and we're Sunset Curve. Where should we setup?"

Amy returned the smile. "You can follow me and I'll help you get set up."

"Great." He turned to the others who were all now bickering quietly. "C'mon guys, we're following the pretty lady now."

Amy smiled softly and looked down. Was that flirting? Was he just being polite? Was calling someone pretty polite or flirty? A boy had never called her pretty before.

Focus.

But that was besides the point, she had a job to do. There was no time to worry about boys. There was never time. She took them to an empty dressing room. Amy glanced at her clipboard for real, "I'll probably come find you in about fifteen minutes for sound check."

"Great, thank you so much," the sleeveless boy frowned, "I don't believe we got your name."

"I'm Amy."

He smiled at her. "I'm Luke, this is Alex." The blond one waved at her. "That's Bobby." The only one not to speak so far nodded his head at her. "And this is Reggie"—

"But you already knew that." Reggie stepped up next to Luke.

Amy chuckled. "Yes, I did." At least they were fun to hang around, even if not much else was. "I'll see you all soon."

She meandered over to where tech had set up for the night. The man running lights smiled at her. "Hey, kid."

"Hi."

"How can I help you?"

"I just checked in a band," she placed her clipboard in the crook of her arm and wrung her hands, "we wrote them down as Sunset Swerve, apparently they're called Sunset Curve."