I wake up in the comfort of my San Jose hotel room. Tonight we're leaving for Vegas. It's a shame to be leaving San Jose so soon, but there's one thing I can't wait for and that's Dean and Renee's party on Wednesday night. It should be fun to let loose after all the drama that's gone on recently.

Today the whole RAW roster is travelling to a massive meet and greet. This is our first one before the Summerslam Axcess signing happening next week in Brooklyn, as part of the Summerslam weekend.
Crap. It's just clicked to me that Summerslam is next Sunday. My women's championship is safe in my bag, not ready to leave me at all. I haven't been taking it out of my suitcase recently, because I don't really like being the centre of attention anymore.

It's likely that Bayley is travelling to the signing on her own, so after I get dressed and go downstairs, I meet Charlotte and we hang out together by the breakfast area.
"I didn't see you yesterday," she says to me.
"Oh yeah. The craziest thing ever happened. Basically Enzo and Cass took loads of us to this massive mud course. I'm not sure if you'd have liked it."
Charlotte shrugs. "Trust me, anything would have been great to avoid letting Nia take me out."
My eyes widen and my jaw drops. "Wait, you hung out with-"
"No, no, no!" she says, shaking her head. "God no. I made up some bullshit story to get her off my case. Then I hung out on my own the whole day."
I feel really bad. I should have been there for Charlotte.

"So are you positively not interested in Nia?"
"Well, not for now," she says. "I have to get my head together. I still don't know if it's worth a shot or not."
I pat her on the shoulder. I can't believe I'm not talking her out of this. "You take your time, girl."

I look around to find the other girls. Nia and Dana are chatting away again and Alicia Fox...

Well, what do you know. She's sprawled herself over Roman and Seth, but mostly Seth, flirting her arse off.
"I know, right!" she giggles to something as she strokes Seth on the shoulder. This makes me want to puke. And punch her. Then I look over at Seth and see him smiling back at her, putting an arm lightly on her back.
I feel my cheeks starting to burn and something starting to boil in my stomach. I don't know why. I'm still staring as they exchange laughs. Alicia's taking control of the conversation, wearing a low cut tank top and booty shorts, exposing more than she does in her ring gear. She's also made an effort with her hair.
I'm sure it's only pissing me off because she's doing all this to spite me.

"Are you okay, Sasha?" asks Charlotte, and I think she's noticed me staring. I whip my head back round to face her.
"Fine, just fine," I say through gritted teeth, slamming my salad down on the table next to me. I hate seeing Alicia win. Suddenly, I've lost my appetite. "I don't really feel like eating. Let's go to the bus."

We arrive at the signing in no time. It's taking place at a Cosplay convention, and I can already see a few fans in WWE merch who've turned up early. We have to enter through the back so that we don't get bombarded by people, which is 100% fine by me.
Then we're told where to go, and I reach a desk with a nameplate that says 'Sasha Banks,' which I'm guessing it's mine. There's a massive board with multiple Summerslam logos behind me, and I shake hands with the photographer who's gonna be taking pictures of me and the fans today.

I slip on the finishing touches to my Boss outfit, including the rings, necklace, and the sunglasses which I rest on top of my head.
"Whooo," says Charlotte from beside me, and I realise that our lines are next to each other. "You do look like a Boss."
"And you look like a queen," I say, since she's wearing her 'Flair' robe and she's just finished having her hair curled.
I think we're ready for the people.

The crowds have turned up in flocks today. The ropes for my line are filled within a minute, and I can't help feeling extra grateful as people start to scream my name and wave endlessly at me. This is exactly what I've worked for. Respect.

"Oh my god!" screams the first girl in the queue as she walks up to the table, almost looking identical to me with all her Boss merch.
"Girl, we look like sisters!" I laugh, motioning the two of us. She's seems to be laughing, crying and freaking out at the same time, and her mother that's recording us has to console her.
"Aawh, come here," I say, as I wrap her in a hug. "Shall we get ourselves a photo?"

And that's how my very long day starts. I feel like I'm meeting the world here in San Jose, from retired bosses to boss babies. Many people bring gifts, drawings and letters, which I promise to go through later. I don't know how I'm going to carry this stuff around with me.

One guy who comes up to me is all red faced and breathless.
"Damn, you look tired," I say. "It's been a long day, huh?"
He nods. "Well, it's just really hot in here. And your line is massive. It's literally as long as Seth's." As he says that, he points over to a queue beyond the cameraman and that's when I notice Seth for the second time today. He's the subject of that queue, looking fresh faced and happy, signing autographs and laughing with the fans. I look over at the crowd again and realise that this guy is right; Seth's line is absolutely massive, filled with buzzing teenage girls and guys of all ages. Like my line, it extends way beyond the roping.
"Seth's line..." I mutter to myself.
"Yeah," laughs the red faced fan, who I momentarily forget is standing in front of me. "You two have the busiest lines today. You're definitely well loved here in San Jose."
I look over at Seth again and this time, his eyes wander and meet mine. Upon seeing me, he smiles and shoots me a wink, and although I know I should really be ignoring him, I can't help but smile back. Genuinely.

As I finish taking a picture and signing an autograph for the fan, I can't help wondering how Seth is a completely different guy in front of the fans.
So am I, though. When we're in character, we have no insecurities, fears and problems. I'm the Boss and he's the Man. There is no room for error. It's just not real life.

I'm also meeting some hardcore shippers today. A few people tell me that Enzo and The Boss would be perfect for each other, and I also meet a guy who thinks that me and Finn have something going on. I disagree with both of these.

"Ahhh!" screams the next fan, who's wearing a Seth Rollins t-shirt. Oh, great.
"Can I tell you a secret?" she asks. This girl's name is Izzy, she's 8 years old and she is absolutely adorable.
"Of course! I promise not to tell anyone," I say, bending down to her.
"I think you should marry Seth Rollins," she whispers in my ear, and I burst into laughter. In fact, I can't stop laughing for a good minute. I think I'm laughing cause I don't want to cry.
"Oh, my dear," I cry, and I can feel my cheeks turn red. I'm about to tell Izzy that she has a great sense of humour, but then I remember that I'm not allowed to crush anyone's dreams here.

"Well, Izzy," I whisper back in her ear after I've calmed down. "If you want me to marry Seth Rollins, I'll see what I can do. After all, I am the Boss." Izzy rewards me with a big smile.
Izzy's the last fan I meet before I take a break. I've got a panel going on next with some of the guys around me; Nia, Jericho, Cesaro and Seth. Everyone else's lines had finished before me expect Seth's line, which still has about 5 people in it. He really is busy today. As I look at him, I realise I like him better when Alicia Fox isn't all over him. Maybe he'll marry Alicia Fox one day.

I can't believe Bayley still hasn't come and talked to me. We're so close. I'd have though there's nothing a boy can do which could break our friendship.
I've seen tons of Bayley fans here; I suppose that this is her hometown. I deduct that her group is currently doing the panel right now, which is why I haven't seen her all day. In fact, they must be finishing up, because the security guys are calling us in.
Yep, 2:00 already. I grab my women's title belt and sling it across my shoulder. I just hope they don't ask any weird questions, since the last encounter I had with the press wasn't so great.