Trouble Is...

Those Handsome Bastards

Izzy agreed to cover her co-worker's radio show. Naturally, she was anxious about her first solo radio appearance. Between worrying that she would sleep right through the show, and worrying about saying curse words on-air, she lost track of time. It wasn't until 3 AM when she decided it was easier to stay awake another three hours than it was to wake up in three hours. Begrudgingly, she pumped some caffeine in her system and hoped to be decent enough to be invited for more shows.

The sky was blanketed with grey clouds. It was 6:30 in the morning, and the fall sky was still dark. Sunrise wasn't for another half an hour, but the city of Baltimore was getting ready for their Monday morning.

"Hey this is WWE Diva Izzy here, and you're listening to 98 Rock," Bella spoke slowly. She looked for a nod of approval from the radio host Bryan. When a thumbs up was given she continued: "And we are giving away a pair of tickets for tonight's SOLD OUT Monday Night Raw here in Baltimore."

"All you have to do is be caller fifteen when you hear the siren at 7:30. Until then, we're with our guest here talking about her Twitter," The words rolled off Bryan's tongue with the grace and speed that only a radio host holds.

"Dude I cannot understand Twitter for the life of me," She said, pulling out her phone to show Bryan. "I have like four followers, and it's just my brothers."

"Let me see if I can help because there is no way you have only four followers," he asked Bella for her phone. "Well I found the issue," Bryan hid a smile behind his mic. "Your profile is private, and you have about 350K requests here. You have to accept them."

Her cheeks heated up and her jaw dropped. Bryan offered to help turn her profile public, which allowed everyone to follow her. As Bella scrolled through her vastly expanded list of followers, an assistant gave a thumbs up to the radio host. He nodded and went on to change the subject.

"Now that that's settled, Izzy, we found out something about you the other day. We had a good friend from All Time Low stop by last week to promote the band's new single, 'A Love Like War,' and he let us know..." he trailed off, hoping Bella would say something.

Bella tried to tuck her hair behind her ears. Her fingers instead touched the bulky headphones. Her hands swiftly moved under the table, and she toyed with the rings on her fingers to calm her nerves. She smiled and nodded, pushing for the host to continue rather than incriminate herself. She didn't know which member or what they would say, or where the radio host was going with this. And most importantly, she was not going to embarrass herself twice before it was even 8 AM.

"Well they let us know something interesting about you," Bryan said, not budging.

"Uh-oh... I'm nervous," Bella responded. The rush of the caffeine kicked in, causing her leg to shake. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat as Bryan built up this unnecessary tension.

She ran through a list of what they could have said. Could it have been the time she got crossed and blacked out in Colorado or the time that Zack tried teaching her how to skate and she almost broke an ankle? Or the time that Alex and Bella got so drunk that they literally got lost in Downtown Seattle? Would it even be anything embarrassing?

"Well, they told us that you were their merch girl at some point. Is this true?"

"Oh my god, yes," She let out a subtle sigh of relief. Then, she was taken aback after realizing that someone from the band had brought her up in conversation. "Yes, I was a merch girl for All Time Low for about three years. It was '07/'08/'09 I think. Man," a soft smile crept on her lips. "I did some Warped Tours with them. I think I was there for like Soundwave and The Alt Press Tour too. I miss those handsome bastards, and I hope they're doing well."