To Catch A Star

Chapter Three

The music was blaring through her headphones, relaxing Andi slightly as the plane took off. Nerves were bubbling in the pit of her stomach. To be perfectly honest, she was lucky she made it onto the plane at all, the atrocious panic attack she had in the airport nearly sabotaged that, but her husband and daughter managed to calm her down enough to talk some sense into her.

Andi had as much comfort around her as possible, wearing her husband's zip up hoody, one of her favourite WWE tees (The Million Dollar Man) and a blanket across her lap with various photos of her daughter printed on it. Killswitch Engage was blasting her eardrums which gave her some kind of comfort and peace as she watched the buildings disappearing under the clouds. She fell asleep, the anxiety quietening somewhat in her head.

A long while later, not that Andi would know being asleep, she was gently shook awake by a kind looking young man (one of the cabin crew she realised).

"I'm sorry ma'am but we're going to be landing shortly and I need you to put your seatbelt on..."

LANDING! Andi glanced down at her phone and blinked herself awake. She'd slept through the entire flight!

"Right, I'm sorry. Thank you."

The man smiled before moving along the aircraft. Andi secured her seatbelt and looked out of the window to see not the clouds she had been expecting but the tiny dots of the tops of buildings. That was one hell of a long sleep! The landing was smooth, which in her experience was a rarity. She took her time to leave the plane, she hated the hustle and bustle of people rushing to luggage, before making her way to baggage. It was surprisingly easy to find her bag, but she figured that was because she missed the main rush.

Andi then went outside to find a sign with her name on, as per instructions, surprised to see her sign so close to the entrance given the queue of vehicles waiting on passengers. There was a man in a crisp, black suit holding up her neatly written name and when approached, he proceeded to ask for her letter and a form of ID which she provided. He opened the door for her whilst taking her small suitcase, taking it to the boot once shutting the door. They took off promptly afterward. The drive was quiet, which she was grateful for (Andi wasn't much of a conversationalist at the best of times, especially with strangers).

Far too soon they were pulling up to a gated building, the man speaking to someone on the gate before it opened. Once through and past the trees surrounding the area, an obnoxiously large WWE logo appeared front and centre of an enormous building. The place was huge! She could see that the front doors were already open, another man in the same suit as the man driving stood by the doors, another at the bottom of the steps leading up to it. It honestly looked like a cross between an expensive hotel and something off a mafia movie – where the rich gangs hide out... she snorted to herself.

As the car came to a stop, the man at the bottom of the steps quickly scurried to the back of the car. The driver popped the boot before getting out of the car and opening her own door. As she stepped out, the man by the front door came down the steps,

"Welcome! I'm Mr Griffiths but please call me Harry. If you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask me. Now, if you would, please follow me. I will be taking you to the meeting room."

Harry chatted away, pointing out different things on the grounds as he passed. Honestly, Andi was glad for Harry. He didn't let her get a word in hedge-ways, not that she wanted to, and he didn't give her time to think. He led her through a large reception area, then through a door to the left. Inside were rows of chairs set up facing a couple of microphones on stands. On the chairs were thicker A4 envelopes.

There were two men already seated in the front row, who both smiled nervously at her and greeted her politely. They introduced themselves as Ronan and Tony, Tony was definitely from England as she'd recognise that strong Birmingham accent anywhere. She could quite work out Ronan's accent though...she introduced herself quietly before taking a seat next to Tony, shifting nervously. Her fingers played with the envelope she had picked up from her seat as she watched the door for more people to show up.