My name is Y/N.
Ever since I starting touring with Fall Out Boy, I've loved their lead singer, Patrick Stump. He never noticed me, really. I was behind the scenes; I ordered their food, made sure their luggage was safe and intact, and managed their Twitter. I wasn't important.
But when Patrick finally notices me, I instantly regret it. He's too sweet, too caring. He keeps pestering me to tell him about my life before joining them on the road, but I can't. I just can't. He can never find out.