She couldn't believe she was so anxious about spending the night with Dylan. Its not like she hadn't slept with a guy before, but Dylan was special. She didn't want to mess anything up. She wanted their date and everything to be perfect. Jordan knew she was putting a lot of pressure onto a date, but she couldn't help it. If she didn't analyze everything, it wouldn't be her. She looked through the clothing she brought with her on tour with Lucky. Never really caring about clothing, and not thinking she'd meet a guy, she didn't bring anything pretty. "Since when did I want to look pretty?" She said out loud. Sighing because she always spoke to herself when she was anxious, she looked through her clothing again hoping something new magically appeared. Something new. She looked at the time and figured she had about an hour before Dylan picked her up at her room. Calling the front desk she crossed her fingers as she bit her bottom lip and tapped her foot impatiently. "Front desk," a woman with a slow southern accent answered.
