The days flew by and the work became more and more tiring. You can't imagine how many fans they have. Some of them need to be put in an insane asylum. Honestly once I had to get one down from the window that led to the dressers, she was trying to have a "peek" at the boys. Ha! Yet it was fun, I believed they sometimes got a kick out of me and my big mouth.

Well anyways we didn't have only to tag along with them in Orlando and Tampa, we had to go on the road with them.

It was fun, but after crossing 6 states with them and being cooped up in a bus, I was starting to go nuts. I think they must've noticed my temper was starting to boil, but even if they wanted to, we couldn't leave them for a second. A few days earlier they had received another threat. Justin had thought they had always been pranks, until the day he opened the package and a knife flew out. He had to get stitches on his left side of his face. And the last one turned out to be a bomb, which by the way I had to deactivate.

Their spirits were really on the edge and so were ours. One day while we were still in Texas, they decided to take it off and got to Six Flags. That's when it all started.

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