Shane stepped out of his hotel room and shoved the key card into the pocket of his black skinny jeans. Humming a song from Connect 3's upcoming album, he walked down the hallway staring at his feet. He looked up when he heard a commotion, and prepared himself to run. Realizing that the group of screaming women weren't headed his way, he stood there puzzled. Another star must have checked into this floor, he thought. His wondering stopped when a middle-aged woman yelled at the top of her lungs, "WE LOVE YOU, T.J!!"

Shane thought for a moment, and recalled that Nate had told him about T.J. Tyler's tour and how she was staying at the same hotel as them for a week, but they were only staying for 3 more days. Nate always knew about current events, so Shane could depend on him to fill him in when he zoned out during press conferences and other public events.

Shane knew he couldn't get distracted, he only had 3 days to find his dream girl-maybe less if she was leaving sooner than him. He couldn't even hear his own thoughts as he made his way to the elevator, but finding it jam-packed with T.J. Tyler fans, he took a sharp left and started going down the stairs. Only then did he realize that he was situated on the 11th floor, but he figured he could just get on the elevator the next floor down.

"Hey. I'm Shane Grey, and I was wondering if you could help me out," Shane flashed a smile to the fragile looking old woman. "Well, hello there. What can I do for you?" The woman was sugary sweet, almost too sweet. Shane gave a soft but slightly uncomfortable chuckle and continued on his quest. "Yeah…were you working yesterday morning? I saw a girl sleeping on the sofa in the lobby, and after she left, I found her purse," grateful that he thought of an excuse, he gave one last bright-toothed smile. "Well, dearie, was there a wallet in there? That might help you. I think Leah was on shift yesterday though." Shane was frozen in place for only half a second, "There was no wallet-well, no ID. There was money, so I need to find her… before she checks out," confident that Shane had fixed any other loopholes, he asked the woman to give him Leah's work hours, as well as her personal telephone line.

"Tell me, what did the purse look like? And the girl, how old did she look?" Leah asked him question after question as he made up details about the purse, and he knew he had to tell her exactly what the girl looked like, which wasn't a problem since he had been thinking about her all night. "She had wavy blonde hair…I couldn't tell what color her eyes were since she was sleeping, ummm…..I'm pretty sure she was wearing a red shirt and regular blue jeans," he stopped while Leah wrote down all that he had just said. "Thanks, I'm sure she'll appreciate what you're doing once we find her," Leah thanked him.

"Oh, it's no problem. Call me anytime in my room if you find anything out. My room is 1108," Shane stepped away from the desk and was almost safely out of the lobby when he heard someone ask, "Why didn't you just bring the purse down? You seem intent on finding the owner, and yet you aren't helping as much as you could be." Shane took a deep breath and turned around, knowing that the 22 year-old hotel worker had found him out. "I just…forgot. Happens to everyone." Wow, that is the lamest excuse ever. I should just tell her, but she already knows. "Would you mind…not telling people that I asked? I just…need to find her…please," Shane begged. "Okay, I won't. Enjoy your stay," Leah smiled in a joking way. Mumbling a 'thanks', Shane headed off to his room.

I used to be so good at lying, what happened? I should've just told her it was none of her business, but I'm not that guy anymore, I've changed. I'm 16 years old and I can be responsible. Yeah, responsible. This whole thing might seem irresponsible and childish, but my Dad always taught me to go after my dreams, and she's taken over every single one I've had.