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Handle With Care - Traveling Wilburys

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I'd gone through my playlist like 20 times before we made it to LAX.

I'd spent the whole flight with iPod Nano in hand and music blaring into my ears to block out Kristen, because she'd managed to squeeze herself into my plans yet again but now she was acting as my manager.

I didn't get a say over this, just so you know.

She's been yammering into my ear for the past couple of days about how our trip will span out, and what it's going to look like.

From what I could understand we were only going for 6 days, and the trip was to be entirely about work and there were to be no distractions. If I was going to be a famous actress I needed to be focused and serious.

But it's my first time in LA... why would I not fuck around while I'm here?

I hummed to myself as we walked through LAX. I was following Kristen who didn't seem to have any idea where she was going but I was more hopeless then she was, so I just trusted she'd get us out of here. We stopped as she turned to an airport staff member for directions.

I slid my hand into my pocket and turned up the volume on my nano, shoving my earbuds further into my ears to cancel out the noise around me.

I watched as a young family walked past us, huge smiles on all their faces. They'd been on our flight just a couple rows in front of us and had miraculously slept through most of the flight without any trouble from their three year old daughter. I could faintly hear them comfort her every time she would stir or shout. They'd distracted her with colouring books and watching out the window - talking about how much fun they'd have on their holiday. They were around about my age (21) and the Mum was already pregnant with another one on the way.

It's strange to think how far along other people are with their lives than me. It's kinda sad too.

Makes me feel lonely.

" ...those things out of your ears."

I felt my earphones yank from my ears and turned to see Kristen nodding her head towards the staff member.

"He's gonna show us where we can go to get a cab," Kristen said, handing my earphones back to me, "C'mon."

I dawdled along behind them as we weaved through hoards of people towards the parking bays out the front of the airport.

LA has a sort of smell. It's not very noticeable but you'll take a deep sniff every now and then and there it is. It's kinda like rotten eggs mixed with your regular city smell which is already not nice. So, LA smells like shit. But I like it, it's comforting.

The staff member gestured for a cab for us and we thanked him graciously before jumping in and taking off.

Kristen pulled her cell out of her handbag to get the address up.

We'd managed to convince Ehren to let us stay over at his apartment which was just outside of central LA but still super close. We had called Preston, but as it turned out he was temporarily crashing on Ehren's couch while his place was getting renovated. Ehren was going to be having a full house for the next couple of days.

"Yeah, I think it's just up here." Kristen said to the driver, and he pulled over as we approached Ehren's apartment building.

"What number is he?" I asked Kris as we stepped out of the taxi and walked across to scale the stairs up to the door.