Twenty

“Trust me, you don’t wanna miss the after-party. It’s the only thing that can make up for all the shit you’ve been running around doing all day–and that you’ll be running around doing tomorrow.”

“I just wanna sleep,” I tell Keri. “I feel like I’m going to fall off my feet.”

I’ve been awake since five in the morning, and I can’t remember sitting down for more than five minutes at a time since then. The day has been crazy busy. It started with Ashton’s morning run, proceeded to three radio interviews in the morning, a sound check, meet and greet, and finally, the concert.

Oh, I also spent some time at the merch stand. Every time I thought I was catching a breath, my phone would blare and Terry would be on the other side, listing instructions.

I had thought that the wage I was being offered was too generous for an inexperienced crew member like me. It took one day on the job to start feeling underpaid.

She tsks and shakes her head at me. “Twenty minutes. Just come with me for twenty m