I took a deep breath as I walked out of the arrivals gate, towing my suitcase behind me. This was it, this was my final chance. I had gotten my dream job and I wasn't going to blow it any time soon. I was now the tour assistant for All Time Low. But this was what I had wanted to do my whole life, working with touring bands. I had gotten close before, working with smaller bands, but I had blown it because of sheer stupidity and lust. This time? I wouldn't let that happen... I couldn't.

The taxi ride to the designated address was long. All I wanted to do was sleep. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I stood out the front of the house with my suitcase. I knocked and moments later the door opened, light spilling down on me.

"Finally, Emily!"

"Hey Matt..." I said and followed his gesture to enter the house. We had known each other for a while, we had history. And because of that history I didn't think he'd even bother with me, even look at my application. But look how wrong my judgement was there.

"How was your flight?"

"It felt like forever. Remind me to never again book a midnight flight."

"Oh come on, it was only from New York!"

"Midnight, Matt. Me, midnight flights and airports don't mix."

He laughed and directed me to the spare bedroom. "Do you want coffee?"

"Uh, no thanks..." I swayed awkwardly in the doorway. "I'd rather just get some sleep."

"Alright, see you in the morning," he said and wandered off to his bedroom. I closed the door behind me and sat down on the bed. 'Professional, Emily. Professional...' I reminded myself in my head.

-

I woke the next morning to hear voices from the kitchen. I sighed and lay still, going over what was happening for the next month. I was to travel with All Time Low, Pierce The Veil, You Me At Six and Mayday Parade on the Spring Fever tour, not only helping with All Time Low, but the other bands as well if needed. I finally rolled out of bed and made my way out to the kitchen.
"Morning," I said as I stood awkwardly in the doorway. Matt and his girlfriend were in a heated but hushed argument. They stopped and looked over with tense expressions, both faces relaxing when they realised it was me. Christina smiled at me.
"There's coffee in the pot," she said as she walked past me and down to her bedroom. I nodded and walked over to the bench, pouring the liquid into a mug. I looked over at Matt who sighed and leaned against the bench.
"You two okay?"
He looked up. "Yeah?" I nodded slowly, waiting for him to tell me the truth. "She's always like this before I go on tour." I raised my eyebrows. "Okay fine, she's worried because you're going too."
I bit the inside of my cheek. "Thought so." Matt nodded awkwardly. "I'll be good this tour. I promise."
He smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder. "Good luck buddy... There's cereal in the cupboard and a towel in the bathroom if you want a shower. Our flight is in five hours."
I rolled my eyes at his disbelief and made myself breakfast.

Notes

Decided to write another story my lovelies. Just incase you didn't know, my other one is So Long Soldier :)