Assistant manager- [M.S]

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June 19.

Last night we got on our buses to leave St. Louis.

We were there for a few days, but there was only one show, so it was fairly calm and relaxing after that.

For most of us.

It was definitely an interesting experience for
me.

Who knew Missouri could be such a wild place?
We got into Memphis, Tennessee after a six hour drive, arriving in the middle of the night as per usual.

I have gotten pretty used to having an unusual sleep schedule. Life on tour is really just sleeping when you can, so in cars, on the bus, taking naps during the days, and usually struggling to fall asleep at night once you are actually in a proper bed, but I'm enjoying myself much more than I was at the start of the tour.

For many different reasons.

Our schedule for Tennessee is fairly similar to St. Louis - we only have two shows, one in Memphis, and one in Nashville - so we have quite a few days off that give us many opportunities for venturing out of our hotel rooms.

The first show is starting in twenty minutes, and I'm walking to find my seat in the crowd when Matt calls my name.

"Alyssa!" his voice comes from behind me, but after he kicked me out of his room yesterday, I have no interest in talking to him. "A!" he calls again, and I stop walking and turn on my heels to face him.

"What?" I ask, my voice laced with a little more exasperation than I had intended to put on display.

He's taken back by my bitter response, and he slowly approaches me like he's afraid to say anything else to me. "What's got you in a bad mood?"

"You're kidding, right?" I scoff, ready to turn back around and leave him behind.

He slowly shakes his head, seeming genuinely confused. "No, what's wrong?"

"Yesterday, you invited me into your room, literally asking me to come over there and do whatever with you," I remind him, making sure to lower my voice. "Then when I get there, everything is fine until the others show up."

Matt looks around while I go on my rant to him, holding back a smile when he starts to understand my frustration as he recalls the events in his hotel room.

"And look, I have no problem if you don't want to hang around me, or if you want alone time with your brothers. That's fine, I don't care! But to invite me over there, let things go where they went, then kick me out with no hesitation, that was really low Matt," I cross my arms in front of me, and Matt nods along with me as I speak, laughing once I finish.

I turn around and start walking away at the sound of him. He's too immature to hold a conversation.

"Wait, wait!" he grabs my arm, pulling me back.
I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to let me go.

"You think I would actually kick you out?" he asks as if he's offended that I would make that assumption about him.

It's not an assumption. It happened.

"Why are you saying it like that?" I shake myself from his grip. "You said to me, 'Are you drinking or not?' and when I said no, you said, 'Okay, then get out'. Then you got mad that Chris offered to walk me back to my room."

"Yeah, acting like you're some lost dog who can't find her way back fifty feet," he mocks Chris's behavior.

"That's besides the point!" I toss my arms up at my sides.

"Alyssa," he starts. "Having you in my room while they were there was risky enough. I wouldn't have actually kicked you out otherwise. I wanted to finish what we started, but if I suddenly start acting nice to you as if I haven't been a dick for weeks now, it's going to look suspicious," he explains.