A/N- if there's anyway you can listen to uptown funk while reading this please do so. If not that's cool. But the song with this chapter is uptown funk. Enjoy!

We just arrived at the convention center. We all get out and one by one we enter the building. We get to the main room to set up everything. I help cam set the mics up. "There coming!" Carter yells. I go back stage and listen to some music.

I usually stay behind the scenes. I don't care but it gets pretty boring. I get off the stool and just play some pranks. I go up behind a janitor who is turned around. I quickly, quietly take the trash can he was using. I hide it behind the corner. When he turns back around he takes out a saw.

"There real." He mumbles. I can't help but laugh. I walk back to the stool and look around for my next victim. Then I hear the song uptown funk. That is my jam. I look on stage and see the guys dressed like cowboy cheerleaders. I laugh so hard my eyes tear up. I take out my phone and record it.

Fans are cheering while laughing at this. I put this on vine, youtube, Instagram, and Twitter. Half way through the song they get dressed like thugs. Oh god. Cam can't act like a thug even if he just had to act like one to save America. Did that make sense? Eh oh well.

I turn around to go back to my stool. I pay attention to my phone and bump into someone. I see papers and books go everywhere. "Oh my gosh I'm really sorry." I say picking up papers and books. "It's fine." The voice says back. I look up and see a guy my age. He is super cute. He has green eyes, brown hair, and dimples.

If it wasn't for hayes this would be my dream date. I get down picking up his stuff. "Again I'm really sorry." I say probably blushing. "It's cool. Hey maybe I can buy you some coffee someday." "Yeah that would be great." "Here's my number." He says handing me a piece of paper. "What's your name?" "Brad. Yours?" "Hazel." "Pretty name for a pretty girl." He says giving me a push.

Now I'm definitely blushing. "Thanks your to kind." "Well I better be going see ya." "Bye." I watch him as he walks off. Brad.. Dang hazel stop you love hayes. I do love hayes maybe bras and I will become great friends.