1 - wake up Ash

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*beep beep* *beep beep*

I faintly open and close my eyes trying to adjust to the small bits of light shining in through the window's curtains.

I roll over to my right side to see my stupid alarm clock going off. I squint my left eye and slowly open the other.

8:30AM it read

I hit the top of it and roll back over, exhaling and closing my eyes again trying to go back to my deep sleep state i was in before getting rudely interrupted.

*

it felt like seconds before i hear the latch on my hotel room door unlock and swing open.

"Ash, wake up." I hear a familiar voice say. I squint my eyes and push my face into my pillow groaning as I realize who it was.

"cmon, i knew you didn't wake up from your alarm" My manager Haleigh laughs grabbing the bottom of my sheets.

"what?" i ask still trying to come into consciousness.

I feel my covers fly off of me from the bottom and a cold gust of wind brushes over my body.

"ugh my god" I complain quickly pulling my legs up into my arms trying to escape the cool air around me.

"get up!" Haleigh laughs at me

"okay i'm up" i say laying in the same exact position not moving.

"im serious ashley, you have a ton of stuff to do today" she says still persisting.

"whatever" i say finally sitting up just a little to rest my upper back on the headboard of the bed. I stare at her, or at least try while squinting to just see her silhouette.

"thank you. but i need you fully awake before i tell you your schedule today." she says folding her arms and leaning into her hip.

I exhale and grunt climbing out of bed and walk into my bathroom. I tie up my hair quickly and hit the faucet handle upwards letting the water immediately start to spray out.

I lightly splash my face and rub my eyes. I turn the tap off and wave my hand around aimlessly trying to feel for a towel.

I grab it off the wall, dry my face quickly, and turn to look at Haleigh with a major RBF.

"i'm awake." i say with a completely emotionless blank stare.

"great" she smiles.

*

I walk into the living area of my hotel room to join Haleigh on a set of cushioned chairs and sit down crisscrossing my legs. She sets a planner down on the coffee table next to her.

"so..." she exhales beginning my schedule

"you have a little more than an hour to get ready, MTV will be here at 10 to get a small interview clip before we go to the bands room."

she pauses making sure i heard her

"k" i reply letting her continue

"we will meet up with them for a bit, and then go to an interview right down the street for MTV and a few other magazines and networks." she continues

i nod

"Then your first stage check, just for spacing and then you get the night off, and you can hang out with the band or something... and that's all" she wraps up and looks at me for questions.

"okay cool. i got it" i reply and lightly smile to let her know that i was actually listening.

"alright start getting ready, i'll be back in an hour" she exhales getting up from the chair, and she walks out of my room.

**

I got no sleep, severe jet lag, i'm hungry, and dehydrated, but i swear i am so excited for this tour.

The opening concert is in LA of course, and it's tomorrow night. We just flew in yesterday at 11pm from New York and my jet lag is wild.

But I love the band and I cant wait to spend almost a year touring with them. Plus it's been about a month since i've seen them, so i cant wait.

***

I showered quickly, blow dried my hair, and straightened it as well.

I put on my makeup and added a little sparkly eye shadow and dark eyeliner to make my eyes pop.

I dig through my suit case flinging my clothes over my shoulders.

I grab a cropped black spaghetti strap tank top with my album logo printed on it in red, and a red lace bra for a little accent underneath the top.

I also grab my black baggy cargo pants with red accent lines down the side, my messy black converse, and I stack all my favorite jewelry.

I look at the little grey clock sitting on my bedside table.

9:54am it read

I exhale in relief and grab my phone laying on my bed.

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