The performance was finally over. I could finally get out this dress and false eyelashes and change into my baggy sweats n hoodie. I was ready to be involuntarily greeted by thousands of paparazzi cameras right outside. I ignored them by placing my sunglasses over my eyes as I jetted to the Escalade truck with my team and security.
I removed my shades once I was seated, and spoke. " So, what show do I have to perform at next again Yolanda?" I slipped on my bonnet and scrolled through my phone. " Honestly Y/n, you gotta keep up with the schedule. I sent to your work phone like twice now." She sat in-front of me rolling her eyes before slapping a sheet mask on her face. "Well that was before I was told some things were gonna be changing." "Oh my god never mind. I had wardrobe send over the dress to LA archives so you can get dressed there for your red carpet appearance and Asahi was able to pull some strings and work on a piece with Mugler for your performance that night too." She continued to go on and on. But I was ready to sleep until next year. I finally made it home and slept as much as I can since I have to catch my flight at the ass crack of dawn.
Airport fit
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ATL, 5:30am
My bags under my eyes wore itself like its own accessory with my airport sweats. As I make my way to the baggage claim, I could barely keep my eyes open. I continued to sip on my iced americano with cream praying that will perk me up. As I reached for my black bag, I felt a hand bump mine. "Um, I believe that you have my bag." I turned to face a tall man in sweats and a baseball cap and a white t-shirt that showed his fit figure. "Come on man, I need my bag. I got a flight to catch." I said holding my hand out. He looked very confused. "Dude, my initials are at the bottom, I can assure that's my bag thank you." I gently grabbed the bag from his grip and made my way to the gate. "What a weirdo. Does he have a staring problem or something?" I thought. Meanwhile the limber man was lost in thought at the woman's beauty as if he had never seen a women before.
I soon made my way to my seat and sat in first class. I soon took out my sleeping mask, put in my airpods, and drowned my ears with my favorite music. It was perfect, until I felt someone tap my shoulder. I groaned and sat up. "What do you want ma—" I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the weirdo guy from the baggage claim. Why did he have to catch the same flight as me and why is He in first class? Maybe he's a model or something. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Excuse me, but is this seat next to you available?" I really wanted to say yes and why are you following me you psycho, but I said, "Uh, no you can sit here." Why did I get flustered? He just asked me a question. Lord Jesus, this is gonna be a long flight.
