Assistant manager- [M.S]

14

June 6.

Last night's show went surprisingly well, probably the best so far.

There was definitely a greater number of people at the shows in New York, but the audience in Philadelphia had the most energy I had ever seen at a concert.

This translated well with the band, them taking every moment to reciprocate their excitement and enthusiasm.

Matt looked great. He had just as much energy as the rest of the band, maybe even more.

Tonight they have a show in Atlantic City, and tomorrow we arrive in Baltimore, giving us just one day in New Jersey.

I woke up this morning to texts from Olivia , asking plenty of questions about Chris, seeing she's caught an interest in him.

I scrolled through my phone for a while after I had woken up, breaking that 'stay of my phone when I first wake up' rule already. Whoops.

The second I put my phone down, it started to ring, causing me to groan from the sound of it.
It was still fairly early, and I didn't know who was up yet on our bus, so I answered in a whispered "Hello?"

"Hey, are you up?"

I hadn't even checked the caller ID when I picked up. I guess Matt's suggestion to let out a scream to an unknown number was still floating around in my head, although it is way too early for me to belt out a yell.

The deep Boston accent was a dead give away as to who was on the other end of the call.

"I am now," I groan.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you? I thought you'd be up by now." His voice was croaky, suggesting that he had just woken up himself.

"No, I was up. Just haven't gotten out of bed yet."

"Are you dressed?" he whispers into the phone, and my eyes widen, wondering where this conversation is going.

"I'm, um, yeah, I'm in pajamas I mean."

"Oh, oh god no, that's not, um, that's not what I, well, I mean, no, no that's not what I meant," Chris managed to spit out. "I meant like, are you dressed and ready for the day?"

I was still wrapped up in my bedding, I hadn't even gotten up yet to pee, so no, I am not dressed and ready for the day. I didn't know I was supposed to be.

"No, I'm not. I thought we had a free day today?" I ask as I try to pull the layer of blankets off my body.

"We do," he responds, and I can hear movement on the other end of the call, and I can imagine him getting out of bed, just as I am. "You up for coffee?"

I pull my phone away from my ear for a second, checking the time before pressing it back to my cheek. "Give me fifteen."

"See you then."

It's almost nine right now, far too early for me to be going out in public.

I slept in running shorts and an old t-shirt, good enough to wear to grab coffee. I was sure to throw on the sweatshirt I had worn yesterday, along with my trusty black converse.

All of the curtains on the bunks were pulled shut apart from mine and my mothers, and when I went to leave, I saw her on his laptop in the kitchen area.

Her head popped up from where she had been working when she heard me coming up behind her. "Hey, where are you going?"

'Coffee with Chris," I respond as I run past her.

"Okay, just make sure you're-"

Too late, already out the door.

I had my phone opened to my conversation with Chris, ready to text him saying that I was outside.