It can't be that bad right?

That's all it toke was one phone call. That's all it ever takes for anything to change is one phone call. Now I'm thinking of the worst that can happen tonight. Will I messup by one beat? Will something in my technical equipment backfire? My mind was racing in nervousness at the possible things that might happen tonight. It made me want to have a nervous breakdown and tell everyone to go home while I go home, eating Blue Bunny birthday cake ice cream and cry at how pathetic I am.

"5 Minutes Kit!" My manager Sky said. Her alert awoke me from my nervous thoughts. We're the best traveling buddies. She's always working to help me to do my best and book me to the best places.

Well, this was it. I had just a few minutes to suck it up and put my best work out there and show everyone what was really made of. I snuck a quick peak from the corner of the stage to see the roster sitting in the first four to five rows. Inspite of seeing the whole roster out there, there was one specific one that caught my eye. Yes, him. Dean Ambrose. Throughout watching wwe, Iv'e had my share of crushes like any normal girl. There's Chris Jericho, Shemaus, I wouldn't consider brad Maddox one really, and for some strange God-only-knows reason...Brock Lesnar. Maybe for at least two weeks. But out of all the crushes, it was Dean that really caught my attention. I don't know if it's his cute, reckless attitude, his sensational voice, or the way he pouts his polished lips. But whatever it was made me fall for him. Hard.

It was time. The stage went dark and I had to take my position. I prayed for one last second before the stage fireworks lit up the whole concert dome and I started beating on the snare drum and the crash cymbal. I had one chance and I scolded myself not to screw up or everything would fall apart.

After the show.

I had done it. The moment of a life time and I had done it. Three songs and 5 drum solos with no screw-ups. It was an amazing achievement I thought would never be accomplished. I shedded some tears in between songs from their powerful impact they had on me, but I kept on going. At the end I thanked the people who could make this all possible for me with an inspiring message at the end.

"Never EVER!" I screamed almost sounding like Jericho with a little lump in my throat from the tears, "Never let anyone you can't do anything! You can, and you better believe you will do it!" "Always keep your eyes open to anything you see you know you can be great at!" "Goodnight everyone and thank you for the support!" I waved and smiled at the crowd and was ready for an After Show Q&A. Luckily, the wwe roster had enought time to sit a little longer for it.

I answered many questions that night but sky said I had to rap it up for one more question. I had already answered questions half from fans, and half from the roster. But there was that one question I dreaded someone might ask. Of course a snobby prep had to ask for her enjoyment of my embarrassment.

"Uh, yeah Kit do you seriously have a huge crush on any wwe superstarts?"

My heart flushed and my mind went spiralling into what excuse I could make up.

"Uhmmm" I looked at Dean for half a minute but what seemed like forever trying my best not to give "eye hints". I got choked looking around for a way out.

"Times up!" Sky called out. "Thank god for sky" I thought to myself. I jumped from the stool I was sitting on and walked off stage to greet my fans, and the roster.

"Hey Kit, we have a favor to ask you!" I turned to see Layla had called out for me.

"Yes?" I answered in my normal tone trying to hide the fact I was still afraid they might repeat the same question.

"We was wondering, if you would like to come out for dinner with us?" Layla said in her nice, sweet accent.

"Sure! I'd love to" I was excited to be going out for dinner with the roster, but what about Dean? I have to tell him some time. "I'll just see how dinner goes." I said to myself. It can't be that bad right?