The next morning the alarm clock went off. Groaning by the interruption to a finally arriving dream, a tired Jason hits the snooze button. He had been up all night long trying to calm him mind down from thinking about everything that had been going on. With worrying about the tour and hoping Heather calls, sleep was needed. But as it seems he was not going to be blessed with that gift. Siting up he ran his hands over his face and throw his hair. Looking at the clock it read eight thirty. He had about five hours until the next show on the tour. He was performing once again at the same stage as the night before. This time he was opening up for his buddy Luke Bryan. He sighed and fell back against the bed with his arm over his face. "Should I sleep for two more hours or get dresses?" He asked himself in a tired voice. Just then there was a knock on his door. "Yeah!?" He asked as shouted at the door.

It cracked open and Paul poked his head in. "Let me guess, rough night?" He asked. Jason moved his arm and looked over at the door. "Hey man. Sorry for being nippy. Right when I was about to actually sleep, that damn thing went off." He pointed over to the alarm clock. Paul laughed and walked into the room. "Well then you're gonna love me then. Seems the concert is cancelled until around eight tonight" Jason looked at him confused and sat up on his elbows. "Paul you better not be kidding me. Are you serious?" He asked and Paul just nodded. "Oh thank you lord!" He said as he fell back on the bed and pulled a pillow over his head. Paul cracked up laughing at the sight of the singer. "Don't tell me ya don't want to see your fans?" Jason just mumbled under the pillow and Paul shook his head. Walking over he lifted the pillow up. "What was that?" Jason narrowed his eyes and pointed at him. "You know damn well I love seeing my fans. I just had one hell of a rough night." Paul just nodded. "Yeah rough, sure. Ya mean more like letting that southern bell run through that head of yours. Look if she calls then she calls." He tossed the pillow at Jason and walked out the door. Jason moved it and looked at the ceiling. "Why does that old mountain dog have to be right all the time?"

(Heathers house)

After a long night she was not thrilled to get up. Well that was until she looked over to her right. There on her wall was the photo from last night. Flying up out of her she ran over to the wall. Looking at it she read it once again and then went to get her phone. It wasn't on the night stand. "Oh no, where is it!" she flung the blankets all over the room and the phone was on her bed. Grabbing it she turned it on and put the number in her phone. She went to new text message and wrote one to him.

"Hey, this is Heather. We met last night at the meet and greet."

Pressing send she was nervous as hell to see if he would reply. She sat on her bed and just waited. Sitting there her mind raced with things that could happen if he answered her text. Just when she was about to leave, her phone toned for a new text message.