Assistant manager- [M.S]

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As the interview went on, the guys were asked the same, usual, and predictable questions possible. The classics: relationship status, best part about touring, and what their off days look like.

While they were thrilled to make their television debut in America, having middle aged adults with clearly no interest or knowledge about the band interview them didn't make for an interesting conversation. In fact, they all look bored out of their minds - the interviewers included.

When it was over, they practically jumped from their seats to leave. The most enthusiasm on their faces I had seen all morning.

We were escorted to our car, accompanied by the same driver we had on the way here.

The ride back to the hotel was silent, apart from Nick and Chris speaking to each other about the interview. Matt on the other hand wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to anything going on in that room.

Oh, and we did not pick up Matt's Viagra.

I hope he can make it through his next hook-up!

As far as I'm aware, there's nothing else for us to do today. When I was taking a look at all of our
tour stops, this was one I was struggling to find
something to do in, but I guess I can't complain
about having a free day in bed.

When we made it to the hotel the band went
back to their rooms while I thanked and tipped
our driver. I was also sure to apologize for our
comments on the drive to the station. Although
it felt great to snap back at Matt , doing it in
front of a poor stranger wasn't necessarily a
cherry on top, and I was now starting to feel
embarrassed for making the comment about
his... you know.

I'll get over it.

I checked in on my mom before going back to my room. She was just getting off her call when I
knocked, closing her laptop and putting it into
her backpack along with her files of contracts
and agreements.

"Hey, how'd the interview go?" She waved me
into the room, suggesting that I join her.

I fell into the chair placed in the corner room,
laying my arms across the armrests as I sighed.

"Fine. They seemed bored out of their minds.
The band and the interviewers," I started. "I mean, they were like fifty. Which cool good for them, but they clearly didn't know a thing about the band or have any personal interest in them, so the questions were so boring and useless.
"They didn't even ask about music," I ranted,
knowing I had just wasted my morning and they didn't even get anything out it. I mean, they got some TV press, but is it really worth it if the interviewers don't care?

My mom nodded as she listened, a smile on her face as she listens to my ongoing ramble. "Yeah, that'll happen sometimes," she responds, understanding my frustration.

"It's just," I sit up, ready to go on a full rant.

"They're really talented, you know? I don't know what you think of their music, but as someone in their demographic, I think they're great and their songs are genuinely good. Plus they put on a really good show," I continued, and my mom laughed at my rambling.

"Maybe you could become an interviewer. That way you can ask important questions to the interviewee," she suggested.

I shrug my shoulders, knowing my people skills probably would need some fine-tuning before I could fill that job position. "What about you?
How was your meeting with that new artist?" She had a look on her face like she was hoping I would ask him.

"Great," she smiled out of excitement. "He's a great guy from what I saw. I'll meet him formally when we're back home.

"When tour's over?" I clarify.