How Did We End Up Here?

Things have been rough lately for stage crew worker Miranda. She has to work two jobs just to get by. Until she does a show for 5 Seconds of Summer and she and her friend Daniel get asked to tour with them! Miranda starts to fall for one of the boys but it threatens her job, where if something happened she would have to go back to Montana and face everything she left behind.
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2. ch.02

The show was great. Nothing really bad happened. The lighting guy was a bit late for the lights but...what can you do. Now, I'm between jobs, so I go home after a late night of helping someone perform and wake up at the crack of dawns ass just to work at a hotel a few blocks away from the concert hall. I have to work at this hotel so I have somewhere to live. Rent is expensive in this part of town and my mom's friends runs this hotel so we kind of have a deal, you work here and I'll let you live here. However, when I made this deal I didn't know 'let you live here' meant 'let you live in the basement next to the noisy air conditioning unit. I learn to cope...I bought noise canceling headphones. I woke up the next morning put my hair up and my uniform and walked to the 'employees only' elevator. The 'employees only' elevator' instead of going straight to the lobby spits you out at the parking garage. So I walked through the dimly lit creepy parking garage to the lobby entrance. Put my cell phone in my employee locker and steal a yogurt from the fridge and go to the front desk. I stood there trying to keep the 'customer friendly' smile while sneaking bites of yogurt. Just then, a huge group of girls struggled through the revolving door. A girl and her mom walked up.

"Hello and welcome! I'm Miranda I'll be helping you today what can I do for you?" I said. The mom started talking but the girl cut her off.

"OH MY GOD! DID YOU HEAR 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER IS STAYING HERE!" She screamed, she was at least 16 but she was talking like a five year old, not saying I wouldn't do that either but still.... I rubbed my forehead, it was too early for this.

"I didn't know that no...would you like a room?" I asked. Her mom spoke up now,

"No, we won't be staying we just want to know where they're staying." She said snidely looking down at me 

"The band?" I asked confused.

"Yes" She said.

"Look lady, first of all it's hotel policy that I can't tell you plus...creepy?" I said 

"Look-" She said pulling a crisp hundred dollar bill from her wallet.

"If I need to pay you to get it out of you I will, and I will tell managment!" She said. Oh my god, what was this mom's problem......stalker much? I'm sorry that's mean...but seriously!

"Tell the manager that I followed the rules?" I asked.

"No, that you denied me service." She said putting her hair behind her ears.

"Look, If you want a room I can give you that, If you want reservations for the restaurant I can do that too but I can't disclose the location of ANYONE!" I said firmly, thinking about throwing my yogurt on her.

"You'll regret this." walking away giving me the evil eye. A few more people came up to the desk after that. Most wanted rooms, some asked me about 5 seconds of summer, one girl even asked me for Luke's phone number, I politely told her I didn't know it. 

I looked at the clock, 2:30, time to deliver room service. I walked over to the restaurant kitchen. The room service manager, Louis, who hated me gave me a look and said,

"you're late!" 

"I'm two minutes late, get over it" I said walking past her.

"There's an order for room 503, get it up there fast" She said. I looked at the order sheet and cooked it up fairly quickly and put it all nicely onto plates and on the cart and wheeled the cart down the hall to the elevator. I carefully put the cart in the elevator and hit the fifth floor. The car went up untill it sickly dinged on floor five. Just then, Social Casualty popped into my head and I started quietly singing under my breath as I wheeled the cart to room 503. I knocked on the door, still singing.

"I don't wanna be another social casualty" I said, louder than I thought as the door swung open.

Not, just anyone answered the door, Michael Clifford did. My eyes widened. 

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