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FIVE

Laying down on the unfamiliar bed in my motel room the following afternoon, I stare at the ceiling and contemplate what my decision will be. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity after all but I don't want to crash and burn in the process. They mentioned that they would take care of me but what did that even mean?

What did that entail?

While I have a good amount of money in my savings, would I need to worry about money while I'm out on the road with them? Would I eventually be pushed out of the door like those girls from last night?

Who am I kidding? Of course, I would be! I'm not any of their girlfriends, a close friend, staff, or a family member. Do I openly put myself in that kind of situation?

While it's normally easy for me to not involve my feelings with the opposite sex, a trait I was quite proud of myself for having, I still didn't want to be disrespected. I'd really have no one else to blame but myself if that should happen and that's one hell of a hard pill to swallow.

Then there's the lifestyle in general. Was I ready to be thrown into that sort of thing? I would be witnessing things I never had before and possibly be tempted to partake in those things? But that comes with the experience of making mistakes and living life; having a great story to tell later and memories to look back on.

That's the whole point in life, right? To actually make memories and actually live life instead of just existing. That's all I had been doing my entire life anyway; existing. Just living as a small piece of this giant world with no excitement or plans for the future. Maybe I'd be able to figure out who I really am. Figure out what I want out of this life before I find myself alone with twelve cats and wishing I was young again.

After a long phone conversation last night with Gypsy, she thinks I should go for it or I'd beat myself up about it for the rest of my life; reminding me that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that she can't believe that was presented to me and to be honest, neither can I. Constant what-ifs will plague my mind until the day I die according to my dramatic best friend and as she mentioned, if I'm ever unhappy, it's not like I couldn't leave and come home. She'd just be a phone call away and would buy me a plane ticket if necessary.

Female companionship; the term they used last night lingers in my mind as I glance over to my packed suitcase sitting up by the door. I can bet money that they've asked this of other hot girls they've met and while I doubt every single one of them has taken them up on the offer, I also know I wouldn't be the last either.

Groaning, I repeatedly bang the back of my head against the pillow. Would I regret saying no, saying yes? Worst-case scenario, I get free travel and get to spend an abundant amount of time with my favorite rock band and at least three extremely hot guys... plus some! I'd be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this, right?

My phone dings on the nightstand and I struggle to grab it to see who it could be.

Unknown Number:
Hi baby

Furrowing my brow at first, I try to figure out who this is from until my eyes quickly light up with the realization as I begin to text back.

...Jungkook?

Unknown Number:
Yes.

Have you thought about it?

Still thinking...

Unknown Number:
I know you have questions

So you're psychic too? Haha

Unknown Number:
Room number?

Huh?

Sitting up, my heart begins to pound anxiously. Was he planning on showing up? Would it just be him or the whole band? If it's just him, would it be awkward to be alone with him? Shaking my head, I push away the thought. If I'm going to consider doing this, I need to get used to being around them whether it's as a group or individually. They're just normal people with talent after all...