Seth and Roman stopped their conversation as music started playing. They looked up towards the ramp to see the band rehearsing. A girl group called Sensational Signoras had been brought in to perform at Wrestlemania.

"They're good," Roman said.
"Not really my type of music," Seth said.
"You don't like anything but metal," Roman chuckled.

Roman looked at Seth and then smirked when he noticed Seth kept staring towards the band. Knowing his younger friend, one of those five women up there had caught his attention.

"Which one?" Roman asked.
"Which one what?" Seth asked.
"Which one of them do you wanna lay down and make sweet love to?" Roman asked.

Seth turned his head and frowned.

"Really?" Seth asked.
"Just tell me which one of them you find attractive," Roman said.
"I don't know any of their names," Seth said. "The one on the left. Our left."

Roman looked up at the women and took in the woman on the left. She had long, curly, medium brown hair. He could see why Seth would single her out. He couldn't put his finger on it but she somehow seemed disconnected from the other four women despite them all being there together as one unit.

"I get it," Roman said. "She doesn't fit in."
"You see it too," Seth said.
"It doesn't have to mean anything. She could just be having an off day," Roman said.
"Maybe," Seth smirked. "Only one way to find out."
"Good luck," Roman said.
"I don't need luck. I'm Seth freaking Rollins," Seth said.
"Just because she's here to perform doesn't mean she knows who the hell you are," Roman said.

The rehearsal ended and the women got some feedback from what Seth assumed was a manager or producer for the band. They started moving backstage and he followed behind at a safe distance.

When he reached the hall, he saw the same thing he had seen minutes before. The curly haired woman didn't seem to connect with the others. The other four were walking arm in arm and giggling while she was falling behind the group by setting a slower pace. He hurried up next to her and smiled at her. She smiled back at him but the smile didn't reach her ocean blue eyes.

"Hello," he said. "I saw your performance in there. It was great."
"You don't like that type of music," she said.
"How would you know?" He asked.
"Really, Seth?" She stopped walking. "You and Baron are the biggest metal heads around here."
"You're a fan," he grinned.
"I wish I could say the same about you," she said.
"Your music is alright. I've listened to you before," he said.
"Really?" She challenged. "Name one song. Or one album. Hell, name one of our names."

He had no answer to give. She was calling him right out on his bullshit and he liked it.

"Alright, you caught me. I'm not a fan," he said.
"Cool, neither am I," she said.
"You don't like your own music?" He asked.
"Not really," she shrugged. "Does it matter? You don't like all the storylines you've been in either, right? It's a job. You understand."
"But a storyline is over within months. You've been in this band for years," he said.

She looked around but the four other band members had disappeared.

"See," she said. "They didn't even notice they left me behind. And I don't even care."
"Do you wanna go somewhere to talk?" He asked.
"I want coffee," she said.
"I'll give you coffee for your name," he said.

She clicked her tongue and smiled. It seemed like a real smile this time.

"Laurianne," she said.
"Laurianne," he repeated. "Coffee this way."

He held out his hand towards catering. She followed him there. He poured two coffees for them and nodded his head towards the door. There were too many people in there. She followed him through the arena to a more secluded place where some crates with items were left.

"Need a hand?" He asked.

She grabbed a crate and jumped up to sit on it without any effort.

"You've done that before," he said.
"That and other things," she said.
"Do tell," he said.

She took a sip of her coffee and sighed happily at the taste.

"That's good coffee," she said.
"You're stalling," he chuckled.
"No, I'm not. I just needed to put out there that it's good coffee," she chuckled too.

She looked at him and her smile dropped.

"I've been doing this since I was a teenager. I was never given a choice. My parents forced me into this life when I was 15. And at first it was fun to sing despite not really liking the music. I figured it would be over by the time I reached 18, but it wasn't. We blew up when I was 17. Suddenly it was hit after hit, concert after concert, album after album, arena after arena, and I can't even tell any of it apart anymore. Suddenly 12 years had passed, and here I am. I'm 29 years old and I feel trapped in a life I never wanted, but I'm not allowed to complain. Rich and famous people are never allowed to complain. We're supposed to be happy since we seemingly have everything," she said.

He nodded at that. He understood that very well. There had been times in his life where he had been down and not been able to tell the fans what was really going on because everyone would judge him. Depression didn't hit people like him according to many people out there. He always had to put on a fake smile and push through when times were rough.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked.
"I actually wanna wrestle," she said.
"Really?" He asked.
"I used to date a wrestler. I started training with him. It was so much fun. I loved the pain and everything that came with wrestling. They made me stop when I started showing up with bruises. There are still people out there that think I was in an abusive relationship because no one knew what we were doing. We didn't date for long. The love wasn't there, but he was a great guy. He taught me so much," she said.

He reached over and took her hand. They both made a little jump as soon as their hands touched. It felt electric in all the right ways.

"If I get you a tryout for NXT, will you take it?" He asked.
"Are you asking me to walk away from my current life?" She asked.
"If it makes you as sad as you say, then yes," he said.
"If Hunter called me right now and told me to be there in 5 minutes, you would see me sprinting down this hall as fast I could," she said.

He broke out in a wide smile. He knew he had to get her a tryout. He didn't care if he had to fall on his knees and beg, or even lock Hunter in a room to agree to it, he would get her a tryout one way or another. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of his alarm on his phone.

"Shit, time for hair and makeup. They run a tight schedule today. I can't be late," he said.

He jumped down from the crate and grabbed his coffee cup.

"What will you be cosplaying this year?" She asked.
"You'll see," he smirked. "Thank you for the talk. I enjoyed it. I'll see you around, Laurianne."

He started walking away but stopped after a few steps. He turned around, walked right back to her, placed his hands on her hips and kissed her. The electric feeling was there again. She ran her fingers through his hair, and it made him shiver in excitement. He broke the kiss despite not wanting to but he couldn't stay.

"I had to make sure you won't forget me," he smirked.
"I won't forget you," she smirked back. "You cocky son of a bitch."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he grinned. "I gotta go. I'll find you later. I promise."

He hurried down the hall to get to hair and makeup. He was now a man on a mission. Not only did he have to perform at Wrestlemania tonight. He also had to get Hunter one on one, and he most certainly had to find her again either tonight or tomorrow before she left with the band again. He was not going to let her slip through his fingers.