The next morning I woke up in a very bad mood. Maybe it was the seven-hour flight, maybe it's the fact that the boys are rehearsing at the moment and I can't sleep. But one thing's for sure. I have trouble sleeping well.
However, I find the courage to get up and went to the fridge. I scanned the food with my sleepy eyes until I decided to grab a carton of orange juice and a few cinnamon biscuits. I sat on the couch and started eating my meal. When I finished my breakfast, I went to the closet to find some clothes to wear. I looked for a piece of clothing for a long time when I decided to wear a sleeveless black shirt with the Vans yellow logo printed on. I didn't care whose shirt was, so I wore like it was mine. I also put on black shorts, brushed my hair and walked out the house barefoot with my sour cherry coloured nails on display. The sun hit my face and I covered my eyes with my hand.
I sat next to the swimming pool and soaked my feet in the water. Suddenly, I felt someone patting my back. I averted my gaze from the pool and saw Nick sitting next to me.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with the rest of the boys rehearsing?" I asked.
"You're right" he said. "However, the boys are quarrelling because they don't know what song should be the closing track"
"It seems that it's not quite easy being in a band..." I hissed. Nick gave me a small grin and decided to go back to his mates.
As I was enjoying the hot sun, I saw a young lady posing in front of a camera. She was spinning in circles and looked very happy. She had long, straight dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a leather jacket and a white T-shirt. She was such a cutie I couldn't take my eyes off her.
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I attempted to reach the set. So, I left the pool and tried to reach the mysterious girl. I couldn't help looking at her. Suddenly the scenery changed. She took off her clothes remaining in her black underwear and she was given a long white dress. She put it on as the photographer, who happened to be the art director, was telling her that she must look confused and doomed while walking. She was constantly praised by him. I felt like I was pulling myself away from the compliments of people for so long. Probably because I think of flattery as a lie that people say to make others feel good about themselves. And I only do that because it is hard to make out whether that comment is honest or not.
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