you had been the manager of jay sampson and his band for the past three months.

so far, you had been on tour with them, and that went pretty well— so you kept your job.

which was great news for you. coming from a family who had money, seemed great, but you wanted to be self-made. so, you only got their money when you absolutely needed it.

a few months ago, you thought that was the case as you had gotten laid off from your old job— but your friend got you hooked up with the managing job.

for the past two weeks, a much needed break happened— meaning you got two weeks to yourself before it was back to the studio.

your biggest passion was making your own music, however you didn’t exactly have the money, time, or resources to do it. but you supposed managing would be close enough for now.

which is also how you ended up running down the streets of downtown LA, with five coffees in hand. one for you, three for the band members, and one for the studio manager.

the whole morning had been total shit. one, you ran out of contacts— meaning you had to wear your shitty glasses that had a different prescription from what you wore now, meaning you could half-ass see. two, your car just had to break down, meaning you were officially 34 minutes late— and you’re pretty sure you’re gonna have burn marks from the coffee.

but with all of that said, you pushed through the doors of the studio building, before climbing up 4 flights of stairs (because of course the elevator was under management), and pushing through the studio doors.

luckily, you didn’t burst in during the middle of a recording session, and instead— everyone was spread out across the various couches, and studio chairs.

thank god.

you sighed setting your stuff down before handing out the coffees.

owen, the drummer of the group praised you for being his ‘guardian angel’.

dax, the guitarist, blew you a kiss in that very british way of his, and the studio manager, roxanne, simply nodded as she went back to looking at some notes.

you wished you had her blue hair. so fucking cool.

finally, you made your way over to the lead singer, jay sampson.

before the last night of the tour— everything was good between the two of you. however, after one two many drinks, you ended up in his bed. you knew it was wrong, but the two of you had been building up to that moment for months. yet, when you woke up that morning, he shut you out. saying it was simply a stupid mistake.

right.

you placed his coffee down, considering he was too focused on the lyrics of a new song they were working on for their new album.

you had so many good ideas— but of course, you were just the manager anyways.