Chapter 8

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After a couple of more rounds of 20 Questions, Connor invited us to show us around the convention center. Emily decided to talk to Tyler for a little while, so it was just me and Connor.

"So, do you live in California?" Connor asked as we walked towards the stage.

"Yeah. I live in Pasadena, with Emily."

"I heard it's really nice there."

"Yeah, that's why I moved there after college." I said.

"Ah, college girl, huh?" Connor said, clearly impressed.

"Yeah. I went there to become a music teacher. I learned how to play all the instruments, which can be quite useful, especially when you're in a band, like myself."

"Oh cool. Are you in like a symphonic band or like an actual band?" asked Connor.

"An actual band. Yeah I gave up my teacher dream to record an album, but I do have a degree to become one if my music doesn't sell." I informed Connor.

"What instrument do you play most in the band?" asked Connor.

"Oh I play guitar sometimes, and once in a while the drum sets, but I'm lead singer, so...yeah." I told him. Connor stopped in his tracks. His jaw had dropped, slightly.

"I'm impressed!" Connor exclaimed. "Anyway, this is where the stage is, where all of us will put on a little performance. Except you and Emily, unfortunately."

"It's okay, we wouldn't have put on a great performance anyway... Plus like no one knows us."

"I know you, and I bet you would've put on a great performance." Connor said, smiling. I blushed, and looked down, as we walked. I have to admit, I had had a crush on Connor for quite a while, and I'd never thought that I would actually be talking to him in person, much like everyone else in this convention, but especially Connor and Joe. Suddenly, Connor's phone rang.

"Sorry, it's probably Ricky. Gimme a sec." Connor said, reaching into his pocket.

"It's okay." I said.

"Ricky, you here yet?" He said into the phone. I couldn't hear what he said, but I did hear muffled voices that sounded like Trevor Moran, JC Caylen, Kian Lawley, and Sam Pottorff, the O2L guys, all in one car.

"Okay, but hurry," he said looking at me, "there's someone I want you to meet." And he hung up. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay." I said again.

"Should we head back to the convention center?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

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