You'd never had an interest in music - or the industry for that matter. You weren't born with a guitar in your hands, or the voice of an angel, you had your hobbies elsewhere.

Unfortunately, no matter your interests, the bills didn't stop coming.

You graduated college, a degree in hand, and found... nothing. You were desperate. When the job arose, you jumped at the chance.

A secretary role, to a talent manager. You didn't think much of it as you submitted your resume, hell, what did you know about being a talent manager? Let alone a secretary to one.

The call came, and you were in.

Within days, you were swept into a world of glitz, glamour, drama, and scandal. Your boss, Christy, was cold and firm, but successful in creating stars in the music world. Despite her cold demeanour, you both worked well together - and she believed you were great at your role, even if that was simply down to collecting her coffee. Her client list was long, her qualifications even longer.

One of her recent clients, a newer artist - Djo, aka, Joe Keery.

You knew the guy, he acted in that 'Stranger Things' show, right? Not that it affected you. All that mattered was the bill reminders disappearing from your fridge and the food on your plate. The last thing you needed was a distraction.

That was until you met him.