Savannah:

The day rolls by quickly. The next day, at 2:00 PM, I arrive at the address Dan had given me.

It's a large, fancy hotel… the kind that has five stars… the kind that I've certainly never stayed in.

Wooden carved chairs are placed around mahogany tables in the spacious lobby. A uniformed doorman greets me at the front door. There's a fancy bar and casino in the side of the massive space.

I gulp, take a deep breath, and then walk in. I nervously teeter totter up to the front desk.

The lady greets me: "Hi, this is the [Random French Word] Hotel. How may I help you?"

"Um… hi. I'm the new tour manager for Dan and Phil… Can you call their room?"

"Dan and Phil?" The lady asks. "What's your name?"

"Savannah."

"Okay. Let me give them a call."

The lady picks up her phone and dials a number. The line rings a few times before someone answers.

"Hello, front desk… Yes, someone named Savannah has arrived? She says she is the new tour manager for Dan and Phil… Uh-huh… Mmhmm… Okay… I'll tell her… Bye-bye."

She puts down the phone and turns toward me. "They said they don't have a new tour manager. Are you sure you're in the right place?"

"Uh…" I feel awkward. What the heck?

What if Dan was kidding? Maybe he didn't actually give me a job!

"Are you sure that was Dan and Phil?"

"Yes. They said they represented Dan and Phil."

"Oh…" I reply nervously. "Can… Can I talk to Dan and Phil themselves? They're the ones who gave me the job."

The lady looks at me strangely. "I can try to dial again, if you want…"

I nod.

She raises her eyebrow, and then picks up the phone and dials again. "Hello, front desk again… Yes… Savannah… Uh-huh… She's asking if she can talk to Dan and Phil themselves… Okay… Bye-bye."

She puts down the phone, scowls at me, and says: "They said that's ridiculous, and that if you're a fangirl trying to meet Dan and Phil, you can meet them at the post-tour meet-and-greets."

"B-but… I… I'm not a fangirl," I stammer. "Okay, maybe a little bit after watching their show… but Dan… Dan offered me a job as a new tour manager. That's the truth!"

The lady stares at me, then says: "Look, if you're trying to get close to these two celebrities, you should give up."

"B-but…"

"Miss. Please don't waste our time…" the lady interrupts. "There are people behind you waiting to receive their hotel rooms."

I turn around, and see a line of people eyeing me.

I turn back around to the lady, and mumble: "Ah… ok…"

I feel totally defeated.

"Can you leave a message though? Tell Dan that I'm very thankful for everything that he has done!"

"I'll try to get it through," the lady replies, in a bit warmer tone.

"Thank you..." I turn around and walk out of the hotel, and involuntarily, my body starts drooping and I slouch over.

Man, what a cruel prank. Just when I thought my life was finally taking a turn for the better… all hopes are shattered just like that. I don't even feel sad, I just feel defeated.

What was I expecting anyway? That I, a nobody, would just miraculously get a good job like that from such big celebrities? Quit dreaming, Savannah. Welcome to the real world.

I should probably check if McDonald's is hiring…

Dan:

Phew… Yesterday's show went well. I'm glad.

Among other things, I can't help but think about that emotional teeter-tottering girl that I spur-of-the-moment gave a job to, Savannah. I wonder what Savannah thought of the show...

I'm currently sitting in my hotel room at [Random French Word] Hotel. It's amazing how freaking fancy it is…

Anyway, this room is where we're holding the management meeting. Hopefully, that girl Savannah won't get lost and will actually show up… haha.

It's two o'clock right now… And no sign of Savannah. The meeting starts at 2:15… did she actually get lost? I'm starting to get worried about whether she can take care of herself.

More and more people enter the room. The two current tour managers, our website manager, and our social media guy all enter.

Time passes.

It's 2:10… and still no Savannah! Maybe she found another job… in rocketry? And abandoned this one? I'm starting to feel a bit silly.

"Phil… have you seen Savannah?" I ask.

"Nope," Phil replies. "Why are you so obsessed with her anyway?"

"What?!" I stand up and exclaim. "What are you talking about? I'm not obsessed with her. Stop messing around." I slap Phil's shoulder.

He just raised his eyebrows.

Finally, 2:15 arrives.

"Alright, let's start the meeting," Phil declares. He scans the room, and then says: "So, we're going to Washington D.C. tomorrow. Have appropriate plans been made?"

"Train tickets have already been bought," one of the tour managers says. His name is Tony, and he is a handsome, older gentleman with a thin beard and mustache. "I even bought an extra."

"Good," Phil says.

"The venue is also completely sold out, and all appropriate security and stage crew arrangements have been made," the other tour manager says. His name is Mark, and he is an attractive man in his late twenties. "Also, the appropriate number of hotel rooms have been booked."

Stage crew… I chuckle. That silly Savannah was part of a stage crew…

Then I realize: she's still not here. I suddenly start get worried… what if she got hurt or something?

All the other people in the room talk about all the preparations that have been made and confirm that everything has been taken care of.

A half hour later, the meeting finishes. People start to shuffle out of the room. As I think about all of the contents of the meeting, I suddenly think of Savannah again.

She still hasn't shown. She is such a helpless and clueless girl… What if she got mugged… Or assaulted?!

"Phil…" I turn toward Phil. "Savanna's still not here… I'm worried. What if she got hurt?"

Before Phil can respond, Mark suddenly turns around. "You said… Savannah?"

"You've heard of her?" I ask.

"Yes," Mark says. "I received a call at around 2:00 about someone named Savannah who had arrived, but I just assumed she was a crazed fangirl…"

"What…" I gasp. So that's why she hasn't shown. "She's our new tour manager, and she was supposed to come to this meeting…"

"Since when did we have a new tour manager?" Mark asks. "I've never heard of it."

"Yesterday," I say. "It's my fault. I should have told you."

In response, it almost seems like Mark's face twitches, but I must have just imagined it.

"Just call her," Phil says. "It's fine. Just tell her to come tomorrow an hour before we leave with all her stuff packed."

"Good idea," I say, before picking up my cell phone and dialing the number Savannah had given me.

Ring, ring… Ring ring... Ring ring.

"No one picked up," I say. "She's not picking up her phone." I can't help but feel a bit worried… I know how emotional she can get. After getting fired from her last shitty job, she was devastated… If she thinks that she has already lost this job… I can't imagine how she's doing right now.

"Oh. Try to call later, I guess," Phil says nonchalantly.

"What if she's bawling out on the street, and someone takes advantage of her?" I worry. "I should go look for her…"

"Jeez Dan," Phil makes a strange face. "What's the big deal? She's probably fine. Nobody answers their phone in this day as age anyway. Send her a text."

"I guess it would be impossible to look…" I answer, defeatedly. "I'll still check the lobby though. Maybe she's still there."

I go down to the lobby and look around. In the immense luxurious space, no trace of Savannah can be seen. Maybe the people at the front desk know where she went…

I walk up to the lady at the front desk. "Hi, did someone named Savannah come here?"

The lady seems surprised, and says: "Actually, yes… what about her?"

"My name is Dan… Dan Howell," I answer. "She's actually our new tour manager, and I was wondering if you know where she went."

"Oh…" the lady is that first lost for words, and seems to be very surprised. "Well, she left out the front doors… I don't know where she went after that."

"Dang…" I groan. "Thank you for your help."

I leave the desk and open up the front door… the immense summer heat hits me in face. I don't mind it, however, and scan all of the surroundings. No sign of Savannah…

With no choice, I go back into the hotel and return to my room. I leave several texts and call several more times that night, but with no response.

Jeez. This is all my fault… how did I forget to tell any of our other managers beforehand?