It had been three days. Three days since Simon Cowell walked by me singing on the corner of Rodeo. There days since he stood and listened. Three days since he applauded my performance. Three days since he stopped me and asked if I'd like a shot at becoming a singer professionally.

And in these three days my life had been flipped upside down. From conferences with Sony Entertainment, signing contracts, the talking to my stylist. Yes, stylist; apparently my outfits which consist of ratty Air Force 1's, over-used shorts, and off shoulder white tee, didn't quite attract the public eye.

Now I'm standing at the doorstep of the condo shared by my favorite boy group; One Direction. I'm trying to look cool and collected, but, in reality, I'm about to pee all over this prissy monkey suit they put me in. Monkey suit? Yes, a monkey suit. I'm wearing this BRIGHT ORANGE blazer, this white chiffon-type, ruffly – and extremely GIRLY shirt, these distressed, second-skin jeans, and.. Peep-a-toe orange PUMPS! I'm 5'7 and wearing HEELS! Those contraptions are made for people who lack in the inches section. I, obviously, don't; but, here I am! They even did my face up and scraped my 10 inch FRO into this weird bun...

Anyway, I hear yelling and someone falling then the door flings open with a very grumpy Louis holding it open.

"What now Si—" he stopped short when he saw me and looked down. After I stopped ogling his face, I, in turn did the same thing only to start gasping for air to keep from snorting like the moron I am.

He was wearing these footy pajamas with ruby duckies on them.

While I sit there, dying from the humor attack his pajamas instigated, Simon began to talk.

"Well, good morning to you to Louis. This is Evetta and we have matter to discuss… don't we Evetta?" The both looked to me and I automatically turned around and wiped my eyes.

"Uhm, y-yes we do." I was able to stutter out. Like the true moron I was making myself out to be.

Louis straightened up to and retorted, "Well, alright, but let me have a minute to warn the lads there's a guest..." he paused to look me up and down, "A female guest." And he quickly shut the door. Confused by the latter comment I looked to Simon.

"They don't interact directly with girls their age much anymore, since all are crazed fans. Be prepared for a lot of attention." he warned.

"Oh," was all I could muster up.

After about 10 minutes of awkward stance at the front door the door flew open once again with no one there.

Simon pulled me in since I was frozen solid. We went into what I figured was the living room. And, I was flabbergasted. In all their glory there they sat; One Direction. Soon I realized Simon cleared his throat – from his seat in the arm chair. I guess I must have been standing there drooling over them for a while longer that I thought. Embarrassed beyond belief, I blushed (yes, I'm light enough that you can see that I'm blushing, sadly) and sat down on the love seat… which just so happened to be housing my favorite members butt; Harry Styles! I thought for sure that everyone could hear my erratic heart beat, but Simon started talking.

"Well, boys, this is Evetta Johnson. I met her on a street corner while she was singing the other day. Long story short, she's been signed to Sony Entertainment just like you guys were. And, she has NO place to stay, so, she will be staying in the living room until we can set up the guest room in a few weeks. Got it?"

The boys looked shocked, since this was all so sudden, but agreed anyway.

"Good," he continued "Now help me bring her suitcases in here, and I'll be on my way."

The helped me bring them in, also known as, made me sit in the living room while the "men did their job," as Louis so humbly, non-sexist-ly stated. Not. But, soon all my luggage was lined up on the wall and Simon was saying bye.

"Be civil boys," were his parting words. I don't know if I should be scared by his choice of words or not. I chose not, because I'm already a bundle of nerves.

They all came into the living room in a single file line and sat down. After I couldn't take it anymore I finally asked "What now?"

They all smiled at each other and looked at me again.

"Would mind playing 20 questions?" Harry asked back.

Well, this won't be good.