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I find myself in a daze over the excessive screams and joy projecting from the teenage girls that are stood behind me.

Nothing feels real about any of this, and I'm not quite understanding why I feel so disconnected from the chaotic atmosphere that surrounds me. I find myself making excuses such as, I just haven't eaten today, it's only my first day, I'm just jetlagged.

But overall, everything has been extremely overwhelming to say the least. I take a few more photos from the left side of the wing until I hear one of the stage crew members give a warning call for curtains. Meaning that they'll be back in their room in 5 minutes.

I take this chance to grab my 2 tripods and start to make my way up the stairs. Luckily everyone is too enthralled with their act that I was able to sneak by without anyone seeing. I doubt anyone would care either way.

The roaring crowd starts to become more muffled each step I take, and my body feels like it could collapse at any moment. I leisurely take a step forward and twist the yellow handle to my room. Once inside I slam the door and exhale quietly to myself.

By the time I sit on the couch I could tell the boys had left the stage, since I could no longer hear the rich screams of the girls below us. I continue to sit for a few moments before packing all of my belongings.

I feel my phone vibrate, "Hey how did the show go?" a message from Jane. I sigh and rub my forehead to rid the stress lines before shoving my phone back into my pocket and throwing my duffle bag over my shoulder.

I head out of my room and down the hall, quickly ducking behind the curtain so the fans couldn't see me. I see a black door with a green exit sign, guessing it was the back entrance to where the busses were. I question the color choice of the exit sign, knowing that they're usually red but continue through. The door squeaks open as fresh air hits my lungs, filling me with some relief that I've been dying for.

The moment lasts about 2 seconds until I see girls already standing at the barricade screaming. I jump at the sound that quickly stops after they realizing I wasn't one of the boys. I awkwardly shift my shoulder strap and walk down the tan concrete steps. When I round the corner, I see Laura leaning against the bus with a phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

As much as I hate them, the smell is actually giving me slight comfort as they remind me of home. Her eyes meet mine as she places the cigarette between her lips. She slaps the palm of her hand twice against the side of the bus and as if on cue the bus doors open, "Make yourself comfortable."

Hopefully I can

I smile and head up the black stairs, turn to my left and push the red velvet curtain that my guess is privacy for whoever is on the bus to the actual driver. My eyes landed upon the very spacious living area.

To my left was a small booth with an orange polished oak wood table, a kitchen tap with a steel pull out drawer, and 2 flat screen tv's mounted above. To my right was a long black leather couch complimented with cabinets below for storage, and what I think could be a closet at the very end.

I note the areas that have charging ports and outlets for when I decide to edit. Curiosity got the best of me as my fingers tap against the metal handle below the sink, noticing it looked hideous compared to the rest of the beautifully polished oak that decorated the interior of the bus. I felt cool air hit my fingers once I open it, seeing that it's actually a fridge.

I turn to the closet, opening it to see that it indeed was not a closet. It was a bathroom with a shower and sink. I raise my eyebrows in surprise, I know they have a big following, but this just seemed very extravagant for a social media tour.