You're the leader of a band, and you're currently on tour. You sit on one of the sofas on the bus, listing to music as you write.

Your role is simple. You sing and write songs, Dallas plays guitar, Ariel on the keyboard, and Riley on drums and drives. You all made rules, and one was no dating each other. Except you and Dallas already broke that rule.

You have your head in the clouds as you write music. That was until you felt an arm around you, pulling you in and a very familiar scent.