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12

10:00 AM - prague

i grunt as i pick up my suitcase, followed by my makeup suitcase. with two new weights in my arms, i drag myself next to veronica and sara, who are waiting for erica to find her own suitcase.

the band has already been rushed outside, so in the large -and now crowded- luggage pick-up, there's only the filming crew, some techs, us and other staff members.

"according to a text i got from chiara" sara says "there are supposed to be two more vans waiting for us outside. one of the drivers will be waiting for us and he has a paper sign which says 'må's crew' on it out of all things"

quick a/n: i forgot to mention it earlier but chiara is the manager's assistant (he remains unnamed but bare with me idk many names)

"way to kill our cover i guess" some guy from the filming crew comments as we make our way to the exit.

as sara said, the driver was there. he was kind of short for a man and he seemed to be around his fifties. when we approached him he showed us the way to our way of transport and helped us shove everything inside the back of the van.

i plop on the seat next to sara and stare outside the large glass window as we pass by random buildings. i still haven't managed to get enough sleep nor enough coffee in my system and my battery are almost at its limit, so i lean on the glass and rest my eyes for a moment.

unfortunately, the hotel we are staying at is not that far away from the airport and i am woken up once again, by veronica this time.

"we will get some time to rest soon" she says in an attempt to make me feel better "if it makes you feel any better, i am barely standing up myself; i'm just used to rushing like that"

"i've never been on a band's tour before, so this entire experience is very new to me" i say "all artists i have worked with in the past were actors and faces of tv so they didn't really travel much" i say as we make our way inside the lobby "or at least they didn't during the time i worked there"

"i understand your pain" says veronica and scratches her head "when i first came to work here my first gig was during a music video filming. it almost killed me to say the least... i had no idea how many takes just one part needs..."

i chuckle as she tells her name to the receptionist and she passes her the key to her room, which she then told me that she'll be sharing with sara, leaving me and erica together.

erica approaches me and we make our way to our room, which is on the third floor.
we pass by the hotel's restaurant, which is now packed with people that are having their breakfast in the warm, crimson red room.

the elevator is as generic as any elevator can be, minus the fact that on its top there was a very colorful drawing.

me and erica make small talk as we walk through the quiet, carpeted hallway and we drop a 'good morning' every now and then if we stumble upon some person leaving their room.

ours is at the end of the hallway; number 311.

i unlock the door and we drag our stuff inside. we are greeted by a small balcony with view, that i doubt we will have time to enjoy.

we leave our suitcases on one side as we take in the space.
the beds are big and comfortable and over them a large, very impressive painting is hanged.

"this entire hotel is lowkey extravagant, isn't it?" erica comments as she plops on the bed.

"it really is" i say "did you see the restaurant? there's nothing as fancy as this in such a cheap hotel"

"it is not exactly eye pleasing though" erica adds. she is about to continue, but gets interrupted by her phone buzzing "it's sara" she announces and picks up.

"ciao, sara" she says.

as she talks on the phone i decide to make myself some coffee and check out the busy street under our balcony.

it's barely 11 am right now and the streets are already flooding with people, from young children with their parents going window shopping to businessmen pushing through the crowd in a hurry.
a typical saturday morning, i guess.

"okay, grazie" erica says and hangs up "sara says we have around two hours to rest until we go down for lunch. then, we're gonna grab our makeup suitcases and head to where the concert is going to take place."

"i'm already tired just by hearing all that" i joke and kick the shoes off of my feet "i will just sit there for now"

"i'm gonna go take a shower" she announces "time to test all those shampoo bottles they are giving us"

i settle on the bed and let out a sigh. i am in a whole different country that i've never visited before and i made out with victoria de angelis in the toilet of a fucking plane.

that's one hell of a situation i am in.

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hi hello it's midnight rn and i wanna sleep let's hope this makes sense once i read it again in the morning.