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Erin clears her throat.

“Sorry,” says the girl, and we line up for the photo. The camera flashes, and she leaves the stage. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

“It’s nice to meet you, too!”

I know I’m going to get scolded by Erin for what just happened. By giving this much time to her, I’ve set up a precedent that every other person in the meet and greet is going to expect that much attention. And we can’t have that, becausewe have a show tonight, and that means we need to be at the stadium in an hour. So people are going to be upset, and upset fans upset Chorus.

I get all of that. And making Erin mad at me is terrifying.

I’m just not sure I did anything wrong.

SEVENTEEN

RUBEN

“The next question we have for you boys is about romance within the band!”

As the word leaves our interviewer Elisa’s lips, time screeches to a halt. Beside her, her very-blond colleague, Moritz, tents his hands, apparently eager to see where this is going.

We’re atArray Magazinein Vienna, the four of us sitting in a row of single metal chairs, with Zach and I placed on opposite ends of the row, as per Erin’s instruction. While cameras are fixed on us for recording purposes, none of the footage is making it to the public eye, so until this moment our postures were relaxed. But now, I shoot up straight, feet planted on the floor and my hands on my knees. I see the others stiffen similarly in my peripherals.

“I’m sure you know all bands receive their fair share of shipping and rumors—”

This can’t be happening.

“—and our readers want to know the truth!”

We’ll deny it, of course. But how did they hear about this to begin with? Who leaked something? Or did we slip up? Isneak a glance at Erin, who’s typing frantically on her iPad, her expression livid.

“Are you familiar with the term ‘Anjon’?” Elisa finishes.

I am extremely happy this footage isn’t going public, because I’m pretty sure the expression on my face went from “stricken terror” to “utter bewilderment” a little too obviously just now.

Jon, who’s sitting to my right, laughs. “Uh, I’ve seen a few people mention it in comments.”

Angel, who’s been slumped over throughout the interview with bags under his eyes, perks up for the first time in an hour. “We have a ship name? Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

Jon holds a finger up to the interviewers. “Hold on, this is off the record for a second.” Then he tilts his head and turns to Angel. “We have access to the same posts. They’re under every group photo. Why don’t you pay attention to anything?”

“I thought there was some guy called Anjon a few people were obsessed with! I figured they wanted him to join the band or something, I don’t know.”

“Oh, so, essentially, you thought it wasn’t about you so you didn’t process it?”

“Yes, exactly that, thank you.”

Jon gives him a long, tight smile, blinking rapidly, then returns to a front-facing position. “Okay, we’re ready to answer. We—”

“No, you’re notgoingto answer,” Erin cuts in, brandishing her iPad as she storms over to Elisa and Moritz. “Here. Your magazine agreed, in writing, to this list of blocked topics. This question is off-limits.”

Elisa is unperturbed. “We were told that any questionabout Zach and Ruben and romance was blocked. We were not given any directions about Jon and Angel.”

I glance at the others. Zach’s shrunk in his seat, fiddling with the zipper on his leather jacket. All I want to do is reach across Jon and Angel and take his hand—or atleastsqueeze his arm—but the three feet between us might as well be an ocean for all we’re allowed to interact outside of hotel rooms.

“Obviouslyany questions about romance within the band are going to encourage online speculation, though—”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Elisa says with an innocent shrug. “I do not understand.”

“But, really, ‘Anjon’?” Angel whispers, rubbing a palm across his eyes to wake himself up. He looks like he’s recovering from a particularly bad bout of the flu. “I guess we are the hot ones, but still. Why are they shippingus,of all people? Jon’s Catholic!”

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