*REBECCA'S P.O.V.*

I was absolutley, completley, 100% NOT looking forward to tonight.

I straightened out my blue, flowy, knee length dress and slipped on my heels, observing my reflection in the mirror.

I frowned slightly at my flaws. My hair was flat, my skin was dry, and I hated my outfit. Sure, it was kinda cute, and I was so thankful we got to pick our own outfits to serve in, but it did not exceed, nonetheless even meet tonight's high standards.

I grabbed my pale yellow tote, brushed my pink painted fingernails through my side bangs and walked to the bus stop. Tonight was the hotel's 25th Annual Grand Celebration where I would be working my butt off serving snooty, spoiled, righ guests for the next...atleast 5 & a half hours.

It had been exactly 2 days since I had encountered Nate, and I brushed the meeting off like a boy brushes off middle school was best that I did.

Atleast it was best for Nate.

I mean, on the slim 1 in a trillion chance that he cared a single ounce about me, I wasn't going to go and make him look bad. I guess on a good hair day, in the right lighting, if you tilt your head a little to the right and kind of squint your eyes, I look pretty. But not pretty enough. Not smart enough. Not talented enough.

Just not good enough.

Not for someone like him.

The bus reached Asteria & I took a deep breath, not letting my insecurity get the best of me.

"Thank you." I flashed a smile to the driver and he replied with a slight nod.

I watched my feet as I gently tip toed off the bus and entered the hotel lobby.

I was instantly taken back by how beautiful it all looked. They had replaced the boring furniture with fine china, satin curtains, and suede couches.

Creepily erect waiters & waitresses glided across the marble floors balancing trays of tea & finger foods.

The laughter and chatter of handsome men and beautiful women eased me a bit yet made me shrink back into my shell of insecurity.

"Rebecca! Come here!" Mr. Donovan waved me over to a table of delicious appetizers and entrees. "Serve the guests."

I quietly stood behind the stocked glass table and smiled at guests passing by. I could already tell this evening wasn't going to be very fun.

*NATE'S P.O.V.*

Frankie tugged at my collared shirt and I kneeled beside him. "Whatsup buddy?"

"I can't tie my tie." He pointed to the black bow tie dangling around his neck. I picked it up and showed him how to put it on correctly.

"Nate, Franks, let's go." My dad called from the hotel room's small kitchen. I patted Frankie's head and followed him out the door.

"OK, so tonight we're singing Turn Right, Live to Party, Fly With Me, and..."Jason's mind was clawing to remember the 4th song.

"Hello Beautiful." Shane pitched in.

"Okay, cool." I mumbled.

As we stepped out of the elevator and into the the chaotic, crowded lobby, camera's flashed and microphones were shoved in our faces.

'Shane, why did you break up with Taylor?' 'Jason, any news on the engagement?' 'Nate, would you date a fan?'

We answered a few more not-s-hard-hitting- questions and went backstage to prepare for the small show.

"La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa." Shane was singing his scales, Jason was tuning his guitar for the 7th time that day, and I rolled up my sleeves. It was time to head onstage.

I nearly fell backwards from being so blown away by the audience. I hadn't expected so many people to show up. So many...teen girls.

I smiled to myself the moment I spotted Rebecca. She looked so great.

We began playing and in the middle of Turn Right, Rebecca dropped a sliver tray of finger sandwhiches on the the marble floors and nervously ducked behind the table, embarassed. I couldn't help but chuckle out loud, which confused my brothers, but made the girls in the front row scream. LOUDLY.

The song ended quickly and I jumped off stage with my brothers saying, "Thank you! We'll be back!"

We set our instruments down and followed Big Bob, our security guard, to a table where we did an autograph signing for what seemed like an eternity.

"H-hi, Nate!" a squealy brunette exclaimed while bobbing up and down. "I..uh...um...love you!" She immediatley covered her mouth with her hands, still giggling with amusement.

"Thanks." I laughed and signed her poster. This same scenerio went on with different fans for an hour and it was like dejavu over and over and OVER again.

"Uh, guys..I gotta go to the bathroom." I mumbled.

"I'll join you, Nate!" some girl from the line shouted.

"Uhh, anyways...I'll be back..." I slightly waved and headed for the restroom. But as soon as I approached the door, I took a sharp right and hid behind a trash can. Sneakily, I tip toed past the fans and security to the hotel kitchen. I glided through aisles of pans and pots back to the ballroom where I observantly searched for Rebecca.

She was knealing behind the table, her back facing me, picking up another dropped tray, I assumed. I walked up and tapped her on the back. She stood up and spun around on the balls of her feet with a shocked look on her face. "Nate! What are you doing here?"

"Um, we just performed. Good to see you again." I smiled.

"Right, right. Um, you too! Good job out there."

"Thanks. We're actually signing some autographs right now, which is fun, but I kind of lost hearing in my ear from some screaming girls. And my dignity..did you know you could take someones socks off without removing their shoes? I didn't. But apparently it's possible, as one girl has proven tonight..." I realized I was rambling and ran my fingers through my curls, trying to hide my embarassment.

"Well, atleast your still modest, and HUMBLE." She mocked me, giggling.

"Hey, gotta keep up the rock star image, A.K.A., being cocky." I slyly smiled.

"Right, of course. Can't risk something like that."

"Nope. So how's the uh..serving going?" I changed the subject.

"Um..." She looked at the messy table and floors behind her. "It's going..well." She looked up at me and giggled in defeat.

"Aha. I say you give up your chef/maid career and go into the music buisness. It's kind of fun."

"You would know." She smiled, again. I loved making her smile!

"I would, your right. Hey, speaking of which, do you wanna come meet Shane & Jason?" I asked hopefully.

"Well, yeah, I'd love to. But I have to finish my shift..." She looked over at who I guessed was her boss, Mr. Donovan.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to Mr. Donovan. "Excuse me." He looked up at me with wide eyes and instantly snapped out of his..trance...or whatever it was.

"Mr. Grey! Ahh, a pleasure. Thank you so much for attending this evening."

"Of course. I'm having a great time."
"Splendid!" He nearly screamed, over enthusiastically.

"Yeah. Do you think Rebecca could have tonight off?"

"Um, I uh, suppose so. Yes, of course. As you wish, Mr. Grey." He turned towards Rebecca. "Alright, Ms. Tolken, you may have tonight free, but be sure to come to work tomorrow.

"Yes sir." She innocently nodded. "Thank you."

We snuck back over to the signing where my brothers were looking rather....impatient.

"Wow. That was one long bathroom break, Nate." Jason was tapping his foot.

"Yeah. Must have had a lot of those finger sandwhiches!" Shane burst out laughing and we all just stared at him. Well, Jason & I did. Rebecca looked rather amused.

"Um, Shane, shut up. Your not funny." I mumbled. My hand grazed Rebecca's and I perked up. "Oh guys, this is Rebecca, my friend. We met last night."

"Ohh, you didn't tell us you made a new...friend, Nate." Jason smiled. "Hi, I'm Jason. Good to meet you."

"You too! Your absolutley amazing at guitar. My first song I learned was SOS." She beamed.

"You play guitar?" Shane budged in. "I'm Shane, by the way." He held out a hand and she accepted it.

"Yeah." She smiled.

"And she sings!" I blurted out. "Um, really well, actually." She blushed and looked at her feet.

"I guess..." she quietly said.

"Great! You should totally play with us sometime." Jason offered. Her face lit up.

"Your kidding, right?"

"Not at all." I agreed.

"It would be supa awesomeee!" Shane sang. We glared at his immaturity and he just chuckled.

"I would love to!" Rebecca was bouncing up and down, practically.

"Good. We'll work it out, then." Jason said.

Yes, I thought, things will definately work out.