Hotel room (pedri)

Group therapy?

It's been a week since the last interview. We're not doing any today,but Xavi called me in with the team for a meeting -great.

I got ready as fast as i can,my dad was off at the moment so he was taking me to Camp.

"oh did i tell you,i'm staying during the meeting. Xavi said it's okay" he said whilst we were driving.

"mkay,what do you think it's about ? i never get called in to the meetings"

"maybe they're going to get you to play in the next match" my dad said,looking over at me,winking and giggling.

"haha very funny,i would be injured in the first minute" i replied.

"no,you will get a red card in the first minute,you have to much cojones".

We parked,and made our way inside. We were a bit early so xavi and my dad walked around the stadium and i went to sit with gavi,who was eating a pot noodle discreetly. He jumped when i caught him.

I was eyeing him down whilst he ate.

"what do you want some ?" he said,noodles escaping from his mouth.

"no and eat with your mouth shut,you are NOT a pig" i answered back.

He rolled his eyes. "Sorry i asked".

I laughed at his response and watched Pedri come in.

"Xavi said the meeting starts now,Angelica let's go".

I walked off with him and gavi ran after us.

We got into the room,and all sat down on chairs that were laid out. All the team was there,and then there was me and my dad.

"right any questions before we start,this is going to be a quick meeting it won't take up much of your time" xavi said.

I put my hand up. "is this group therapy ?" i asked.

A few giggles were spread out in the room,including xavi chuckling up front.

"no chica this is not group therapy,in fact many of you will be happy".

"then continue" i said back.

"right,so i made some calls and we're all traveling to paris for just a couple days. We will be going to a gala. Now many people that we might adore are going,such as actors,singers,model's you get the point"

Loads of claps and cheers were heard. Players high-fiving each other and a big smile was plastered on Xavis face. I was sat next to pedri and gavi who we're talking to each other saying how they're going to meet they're favorite celebrities. Idiots.

Xavi shushed everyone. "now we will be leaving next week tuesday,we stay till sunday. Our hotels and flights are booked,we will all meet here tuesday at 11am to get on our bus to the airport. All you have to do is get a suit,or in Angelica's case a dress,and pack for paris!" he said.

"no way we're going to paris" gavi said to me.

"i know right,i'm so excited".

A few other questions were asked such as

"are we meeting the psg team ?"

"is bad bunny going to be there ?"

"please tell us we're going to see Messi and Neymar,man i miss those guys" jordi and sergio said.

"i'm sure we will get to see them,now just make sure we win our match on tomorrow (saturday) so we don't look like an embarrassment" xavi replied.

He dismissed us from the room and i was one of the last to walk out. My dad stayed inside with xavi so i waited by the door for him to leave. Whilst waiting i saw Pedri come towards me.

"see you here tuesday then" he said.

"actually,i'm coming to your match tomorrow. Front row seats" i replied.

"aha,then see you in the crowd. You better have my number and name on your shirt" he winked,and walked off,leaving me in shock.