"So why are you talking to me, then?" As always, Logan had a point.

"You may be right, but you're very unhelpful."

"I know. So who is he?"

I set my phone down and put in on speaker. "One of the sound guys' kids."

"Scandalous."

"Shut up."

"So go flirt with him," Logan suggested.

"I can't do that!" Thank goodness for soundproof walls. "He looks twelve."

"So do you."

"But sound kid might actually be twelve."

"And you're what, fourteen? It's still legal."

"Logan!"

"Go get your man, Cam."

"Never say that again," I told him.

"I regretted it as soon as you did."

I laughed. "I guess I can go stutter in front of him for a few seconds."

"Dude, you've literally never stuttered in your life. Look, you're an actor, yeah? Okay, so your character is a version of you that isn't nervous. Then, talking to what's-his-face is like improv. Say whatever seems natural to keep the dialogue going."

"Thanks, Logan."

"All your problems, man. Now go get your-" He groaned. "Oh gosh, I almost said it again."

"I'm just gonna... leave now."

"You do you, boo."

"Why are you like this?"

I hung up on him before he could answer that.

I decided that since I would probably never see cute sound kid again, I had nothing to lose. With that in mind, I switched off the lights and opened my dressing room door.

Suddenly, there was another face smashed against mine.

It took a moment for me to realize what was happening. My lips. Other lips. Touching.

I jumped back, and a pair of blue eyes were already staring at me. It was the cute sound kid. Oh boy.

"Sorry!" I managed to squeak out before pushing past him and power walking away.

I went inside an empty dressing room. My heart was pounding, and my mind was screaming. I slid down against the door until I was sitting on the ground, and I picked up my phone again.

"Logan..."

"It's been, like, barely a minute since you just hung up. You'll seem desperate if you keep this up."

I bit my lip. "I made a mistake..."

He sighed from his end of the line. "You make a lot of those. You're gonna have to be a little more specific than that."

"I kissed him."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" It was kind of funny to me how Logan immediately knew what I was talking about.

"I swear, it was an accident!" I tried to convince him. Or myself, I didn't know.

I could pretty much hear Logan rolling his eyes. "Uh-huh. And tell me, Cam, how do you kiss someone by 'accident'?"

"I ran into him outside of my dressing room. And we're the same height, which means-"

"Your mouths lined up, got it."

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