Summary: You’re the top music journalist in your field; it’s what you were born to do. You’re a total natural… but there’s one particular group of talented men that always sends your anxiety skyrocketing. You’re Army. Have been for several years now, and you’ve interviewed them quite a few times since then, hardly making it through without your nerves practically vibrating and the layers of sweat pooling on your neck and palms. One particular member of the group has always caught your eye, and the worst part of your infatuation with him… he knows.