Since We're Alone

Phoebe Rose Bray wasn't a spontaneous woman. But when she drunkenly applied to become a seat filler six months prior, she hadn't been thinking about her internship or her god-awful boss, Margaret, or her starving bank account. She'd been feeling ambitious.
And that's why when she got the email regarding the Sixty-fourth Annual Grammy Awards, she huffed a rather annoyed sigh and silently accepted the invitation.
A massive turn of events, a tragic production slip-up, and a quick diversion led her exactly where she didn't intend on ending up: in the arms of a pop sensation, in front of millions of people.