Not What I Wanted [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4-

Turbulence.

The scariest thing ever.

Midway through the flight to L.A, the whole plane starts shaking! The whole plane!

And it didn't stop for the rest of the flight, up til landing!

I swear I was going to die.

I was giving fans in the First Class sections autographs when it started and they all screamed and grabbed me! I was like, I'm no help to you!

Peter, my bodyguard, ushered them away and helped me to my seat. I held his hand through the whole thing.

He's a really nice man. I'd say late 40's with big arms and a bald head. He looks scary, and sounds it when it comes to mine and Jax' safety, but he's a big softy actually. I enjoy our heart-to-hearts.

I step inside the airport and am hit with a cold gust of air. Ah that's nice. It's hot outside, and some cool air will do me good, especially after that nerve-wracking experience.

I'm about to leave my gate when a young guy comes up to me.

"Hi." he says shyly, glancing back at his friends.

"Hi hun." I yawn. A 6 hour flight can take it out of you.

"Can I get a picture please?" he asks, blushing a bit.

"Sure babe."

He puts his arm around my waist and I smile towards the IPhone he's holding up.

"I'm following you on Instagram by the way." he says, looking at the photo and putting the phone back in his pocket.

"Great! Well, tag me in a photo and I'll comment and follow you back." I say. "I have to go, but I'll be on the Grammy's tonight, you better be watching!"

"I will! Thanks!" he calls as I walk away.

I get stopped twice more for photos before I make it outside to were my long black limo waits.

I asked for a normal car, but I couldn't get one. I have no idea how they couldn't get me an average everyday car, but anyway...

We're staying at a friend's house tonight, but we're going there after the Grammys, so I have to go straight to the studio to get made up.

I don't know what Jax is wearing, he refused to tell me. He almost never keeps me in the dark about things, but he must have something in mind.

The interior of the limo is pretty much all black leather. The bottom of my thighs start sweating after about 10 minutes, regardless of the air conditioning blasting on my bare legs.

We get to the studio and I'm helped out, my bags left in the boot. My dress arrived earlier this morning, and is already inside.

Jenna shows me into a large, brightly lit room with mirrors running along all the walls and a single make-up table sitting on one side.

"It's awesome in here." I say quietly, looking around as I'm hustled to the seat.

The walls [the parts that aren't covered by mirror] are a dark red, and the floor is polished floor boards.

At one end of the room, there's a rack of scraves and belts, a rack of jackets/cardigans and then a tall shelf of shoes.

"Now, shall we start with your hair?" Jenna asks, positioning herself behind me and putting her hand on my shoulders.

I nod with a smile. I pretty much go with whatever Jen says, because everything ends up working out really well.

She runs a wide toothed comb through my already out hair, and then mumbles things to herself as she tries a few different things.