Complicated

#2

I start my day waking up bright and not so early as it's mid-day, in the car. I didn't want to wake up to Cheryl questioning me every 5 minutes, so I slept in the car. I do this often, more often than I should.

I check my phone and see the address has been texted to me, so I type it into my SAT-NAV and see it's just over a 3 hour drive. God. Why employ people from Indianapolis? So bullshit. Too much travel.

While I begin my drive, I realise I haven't had a shower for four days. You may think that's gross, but that's because your entitled and you can have one whenever. I cant. Cheryl would bust in and body shame me and maybe even assault me if she felt like it.

I click the number who texted me yesterday. I'm assuming it's Jemma so I just rang it confidentially. After a few rings I slowly started to fall into a pit of panic, as I started to think it was not Jemma.

"Hello?" A rather muffled voice speaks on the other end.

"H..hi, it's erm Annabelle Percy" I speak loud and not so clearly.

"Oh hi Annabelle! What's up?" She squeaks. It's Jemma alright.

"Hi Jemma, I was just wondering about the hotel room? Do I get access to it now or do I have to wait a few hours before checking in?" I speak clearly.

"Oh! Sorry I didn't mention this yesterday. You'll actually have to share with someone on set, but you can go and get your stuff in the hotel as soon as you get there, just tell the office your name, they'll give you a card and then go on set at the correct time, I've also sent the hotel address like. Just now. Also you might meet your roommate before, but I'm not sure" she speaks fast, making it difficult to understand.

"Oh okay, thanks Jemma, I'll see you after the gig then?" I say confused.

"Yeah of course of course. Text next time please. I hate calls" she says, shortly followed by her putting the phone down instantly.

It took me a few moments to really think about what just happened, so I can go to the hotel room? But I'm sharing a room with someone? A-bit weird but atleast there's two beds.

I crank the volume up to the radio, it comes with no surprise that Sketch is playing, however it was the end of the song, (thank god) and then the host starts talking.
"Hello Palace listeners, hope your all having a great morning! As you just heard, Sketch is still trending on our radio station, and rumour has it their releasing a new song very very soon. We are all so excited for this however I think we can all admit we're also weeing ourselves a tiny bit considering this song could either take over 'music for a sushi restaurant' or it could not trend at all. We're hoping for it to trend as we love supporting artists, coming up is..you guessed it! 'Carolina' by Sketch!"

For goodness sakes. Cant escape that band. Literally wherever you go, no matter what you do, Sketch is playing, or Sketch is having an interview in a radio station, or Sketch is trending. I hate hearing about them. Not to mention I have to work with them for two days now. I can not be assed. For the life of me, I'm praying I get sent home and deemed unfit to work.

Three and a half hours later.

After over three hours I've finally managed to navigate myself to the hotel, I cannot wait to get in the shower, you don't even understand.

I walk up to the front desk with absolutely nothing, not a suitcase or a purse or anything. Just me in a tracksuit, holding toothpaste and a toothbrush in one hand and a clean tracksuit on top of my arm. This man behind the desk must think I'm on something.

"Hi, it's Annabelle..Percy..?" I ask for some reason.

"Yep, room 235, lose the key and you get charged. Off you go" he says slamming a keycard onto the desk in-front.