“Wait. I’m going to be with them on the tour?” I’d thought I’d be stuck around the studio offices, maybe attending the occasional concert.
“Of course. You’ll be following us around all summer.”
I swallowed heavily. Following Feral Silence as they toured across the country?
“Job duty number three: Monitor user posts about the band and respond when appropriate. Let’s say someone asks Jayce a question. If it’s interesting enough, ask him to answer it and reply for him.”
“Ask him? Directly? I’m allowed to talk to the band members?”
Deena squinted, giving me a puzzled look. “Of course. You’ll be working closely with them. You’ll be the band’s connection to their fans.”
I tried not to choke on my own tongue. I’d thought I had been lucky enough to get a glimpse of Jayce even once all summer. I’d barely been able to keep myself together during the few minutes we’d spoken.
Now it turned out I was going to be interacting with him every day. Taking pictures of him. Asking him questions.
Maybe I really had died back there in front of the stage.
***
@POINTSHOOTNEIL:SO HOW goes your first day?
@AudioAiley:It’s awesome so far.
Do anything cool?
I can’t say.
You working for the CIA or something?
No. I had to sign an NDA. I can’t even tell you where I’m working.
So you’re a super secret spy, huh? That’s cool.
Even better.
Better than being the next Bond? Wow, you must have scored a sweet gig.
You don’t even know.
How busy are they keeping you? Can I still message you?
Of course! I’m not going completely MIA.
See, you’re already using code words. You sure you’re not a spy?
If I told you, I’d have to kill you.
***
I was dyingto tell Neil all about my new job, but I risked being fired if I told anyone. The tour, the filming, all of it was hush-hush until the label decided to do a big marketing push.
I was allowed to continue posting on my own account as long as I didn’t talk about anything I shouldn’t. I was infinitely glad I’d never fangirled too hard about Jayce online. I liked to think I kept it mostly professional. I doubted I would have gotten the internship if they knew I was halfway in love with one of their rock stars.
“Here’s your new phone and tablet. It’s already set up with all the apps and accounts you need.” Deena handed me the latest model of both, shiny and sleek. “You’re only allowed to use these devices for work. Your own device is for personal use. No overlapping. We can’t risk a personal post accidentally ending up on the band’s account.”
“I’ll be careful,” I promised.
“We’ll be doing a show tonight, then taking off for our next city in the morning. The secret posts have already been sent out. You don’t officially start until tomorrow. We need you to show up at our offices at six a.m. sharp. We’ll be loading up the tour buses and taking off at seven. You know where we’re located?”
