Oh yeah. I'm married to Tom. We got married last night.

Kidding, obviously. On with the story!

I must've looked like a fish, standing there with my mouth opening and closing. I'd won. Unless they were asking for directions to the real winner's house.

But they weren't.

I don't remember much from that day, just that I answered the questions Vanessa and the guys asked me, and tried to act excited. Sure, I was excited; I was just in shock. They played a commercial, and I looked at the TV to see what part it was on. I winced when I saw my face, answering questions stupidly, and just staring at the camera.

It was a good thing my dad came home just then. Otherwise I wouldn't have known what happened next. Because right after my dad pulled up in front of the house, I fainted.

When I came to, I was laying on the living room couch. "Well, Cassie, glad you're up," he said. He filled me in on what was happening; I was supposed to be at the airport at six-thirty AM on Saturday morning, ready to fly to New York. From there, the band would perform one concert, we'd work on a song, and hopefully have it ready to sing by the next show.

Which was how I ended up on a Greyhound bus five days later between a tall, dark haired man and a sniffling old lady who was telling us her whole life story. I smiled sympathetically at the man.

Since the drive was quite a ways, the lady fell asleep after half an hour. I recalled my conversation with Amanda the night before.

She hadn't called me since the day they revealed the winner of the contest, and I guessed she was probably mad at me. A bit of jealousy, I hoped.

When she finally did call, she apologized over and over. "Cassie, I'm so sorry. That was really dumb of me. I was just jealous that you won and…oh…"

I tried not to laugh at her. "It's okay, Amanda, really. Aren't you excited though? You can say that your best friend went on tour with McFly!"

She giggled and I knew she was no longer mad. "Hey, maybe you can introduce me to Danny," she said hopefully.

I laughed. "'Manda, we're going on tour for three months. You could've at least called and asked halfway through."

She giggled again. "I know, but maybe by then you'll be so famous you'll have forgotten all about us little people from California."

"Not likely," I said. "Besides, you'll be coming to one of the shows, right?"

"Definitely." Her voice turned serious. "Promise me you won't fall in love with Danny, okay?"

I started to answer when she interrupted me. "And if it's possible you could keep away from Tom, too…Oh just don't fall for any of them, alright?"

This sent us up into hysterics. "I doubt I'll be finding any love on this journey," I told her.

Boy, I'd be surprised if anyone could ever be more wrong than I am.

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