"Violet,"Jaime shook Violet awake making her beats fall to her neck,"wake up. We're here."
She gave herself a minute to gain consciousness and then stood.
"How long did I sleep Jaime?"she asked, sleep still in her voice.
"About five and a half hours." He laughed, getting her bags, and leading her off of the plane.
"Jaime?"she asked, wide awake again.
"Yes?" He answered.
"How come you don't have any bags?"
"I'm from LA, Violet."
"Jaime?"
"Yes, Violet?"
"Did you drive all the way to New York to pick me up?"
"Yes, Violet."
"Jaime?"
"Yes Violet?"
"What are we riding it?"she whispered playfully.
"You'll see,"he said," Violet?"
"Yes, Jaime?"
"You sure do ask a lot of questions."he laughed.
"Yeah I know,"she laughed,"it's a blessing and a curse. Can I help you carry my bags?"
"Nope, I got it."
"Uggh, whatever."she joked.
They walked around the LA airport until Jaime spotted what he was looking for. There was another Limo waiting for us. Only this time instead of black, it was white. Jaime opened the door for me andI hopped in.he man driving the limo got out. Jaime thanked him and then got into the Limo and started driving.
"So, you want to listen to music?"Jaime asked.
" yeah sure."Violet agreed.
"Here,"he handed Violet the Aux cord,"you pick."
Violet turned on Amnesia by 5 seconds of Summer and began to sing along.
Jaime chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Violet asked.
"Oh nothing" Jaime laughed.
They finally got out of the complicated airport parking lot and began to drive through the city of angels. Violet turned on Midnight Memories by One Direction, rolled down her window and began to scream with happiness.
"This is awesome!"she yelled to Jaime who just nodded.
"It is awesome indeed, but once you get used to it, it'll be just like home."
The sat there listening to music for a few more minutes and then stopped at a huge hotel. He parked the limo, and before he could open her door, Violet was out, to the back of the care, and carrying her own bags.
"I got it Jaime, I can carry at leave one of them."
"Fine whatever. " he slowly but surely agreed.
"So I suppose you can't tell me who the clients are either?" She asked sounding annoyed.
"Nope!" He teased.
They were greeted at the entrance of the hotel by a man in a tuxedo with a green tie. He was a young man in his late twenties, early thirties. He had an unexplainable attractive accent. He was very good looking. He was dressed pretty sharply.
"Hi,"he said putting out his hand," I'm Tom, you must be, Mrs. We- no! You're Violet! Filling in for Mrs. Weir? No?"
"Yes," I shook his hand," that's me."
"If you'll follow me to the front desk I'll check you into your room, Jaime," he said looking at Violets shirt," did you tell her who she was here for?"
"No sir, she came as she is." He reassured.
"Um... okay I'll follow you then."she said confused.
After she was checked into her room on the fourth floor, they began to walk up to it.
"How old are you, Violet 19,20? "Tom asked.
"I am seventeen, actually."she said nervously.
"Seriously? That's amazing. I've seen some of your photography. I knew you were young but not a teenager!"
"Yep. I'll be 18 in four months."
"Here's your room, Violet. I'll let you settle on before you meet the guys. I need to talk to you about a few things first though."
"Okay, thank you."
She went into the room and dropped her bags.
"Wow," she said in awe," this is amazing!"
"I hope it suits you well." Tom said caringly
"It's totally rad!"
"Okay good. You mind if I ask you some questions?"
"No not at all. I have a few questions myself."
"Okay," Tom said," you first then."
"Okay,"she said putting her remaining 7 peace teas into the mini fridge,"How long will I be here?"
"You will be here until tour is over. How long have you packed for?"
"Only a couple of weeks. I can always buy more if I have to."
"That won't be necessary, well provide everything you need. Jaime, can you go see if the guys are ready?"
"Of course."Jaime said and left with a flash.
"Can I see some of your work,"Tom asked smiling, "if it isn't a burden of course."
"Of course you can,"she handed him a book out of her equipment suitcase,"if don't know why they chose me, I'm not that good." She laughed.
"These are amazing!" He said. This made her blush a little.
"Thank you,"she said," it means a ton? I'm gonna get set up in here I guess?" She asked.
"Yes. I'll have Jaime bring the boys down.
She put her headphones in and blared Bother by Stone Sour. She thought for a moment ..."the boys... this made her think so many thoughts that she quickly ignored and got back to work.
"Hey Tom?" She yelled.
"Yes," he asked," what is it?"
"Which do you think is a better camera angle?"
"Whichever you think, dear."
"Okay, thanks Tom. I'm gonna go clean my lens."
"Okay, love. The guys will be here any second."
She went to the bathroom in the mini penthouse she was staying in, cleaned her lens, and went back into the main room.
"I'm gonna look around a bit, Tom."
"Okay, Love. I'll be here" he laughed.
With her camera she went into the room in the penthouse. The walls were a beautiful purple color and the bed was yellow and covered in pillows of every shape and size. There was a huge TV and the walls were covered with beautiful prices of art. The bathroom had a huge white bathtub in it and the windows overlooked a beautiful view of LA ocean. She went back into the room and opened the balcony door, bringing her camera with her. She positioned herself on the rail of the balcony. The song Creep by Radiohead played through her headphones. She began to take photos of the view. Before she knew it, the sun was setting. She got one beautiful photo of the sunset before she was interrupted. Someone tapped her shoulder. She pulled our her headphones, jumped down from the balcony, and saw two beautiful, familiar faces standing before her.
