Friday 17th March 2006, Glastonbury, England
Spring break was just around the corner, and Woodward even ordered us to be more relaxed, as it was time to overload. I rehearsed what could have been an hour's show, it was hard work, but I managed to keep up, as Alan's demands were very intense, he must have barely looked at my shows and gladly accepted the sponsorship money from my mums, since he didn't spend anything and left with money, and then the infamous day of the start of the spring holidays arrived, and we all left school and packed our bags in preparation for what was to come.
It's today, we're already in the square, it was quick to pack, even my costume was done, what we were really waiting for was the bus to come, I can't wait to be in comfort, travelling around England, I can even imagine one of those modern buses, even with two floors, plenty of space for us to have fun at will in time, rehearse, dedicate ourselves to the shows.
As we listened to the sound of the approaching vehicle, we were sure that it was the long-awaited bus. As we looked down the road, we saw a rather old bus turning into the street, it couldn't possibly be that one, even our expression changed a lot when we saw what was approaching, for the nine lesbian witches, I hope it's another one and that it's just passing through."From the looks of it, Chariot, it's not going to be the most comfortable journey in the world, something tells me we're going to go in that sardine can anyway" I hope that's not it.
"It's probably just a random bus, Alan gets paid too much to take an old bus like that" I say, trying to believe the illusion that it wasn't happening.
"I think it really is our bus, it even honked at us" said Becca.
"Getting a bus is expensive, Chariot, but rest assured that even if it's this sardine can from 20 years ago, you can still have a good journey" I was already at the acceptance stage when that thing pulled over.
We're really going to go on this thing, well we take a deep breath, the bus pulls up, Alan gets off it and that confirms everything, it really is this thing that's going to be our travelling bus, we look at each other, take a deep breath and just accept it, getting on it, what could get worse right? At least there are windows, it should have good beds.
When we got inside, there were even some separations between the sessions, you could see that the windows were at the back, where the bedrooms must be, the driver's area, there are even toilets, I imagine. When we walked to the door that divides the spaces, we saw that there was all the theatre equipment, at the back our beds, The bathroom, which Alan showed us, even has a shower, a rare thing, and there's also a toilet next to it, so we can get ready for any appointment, a pity there's only one, and there's also simply an improvised kitchen."Well, at least we'll be able to say that we've been driving around in Mercedes Benzes all week" said Becca amusingly.
"Nothing Daniella isn't used to, she's just changed the type of Mercedes she drives" said Croix.
"I'm not that kind of person, at home we don't drive Mercedes, they're usually BMWs, it's very different" I don't understand any of these things you're talking about.
"Wow, big difference, little lady, you left the German luxury brand for another German luxury brand" said Leyland.
"Well, I think this is going to be our home for a while, let's take advantage of the time to rest, tomorrow will be a very busy day for us" I say stretching.
"The banners publicising the shows have been made, they're being a success on the Facebook page, I think that in a while you could have a full house with this tour, it may tire you out, but it will be a good expense, the best thing to do for your head is to give it a good rest" Meridies said.
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Du Nord: The Believing heart lost years (EN)
FanfictionFebruary 20th 1990, Loperéc. France Northwest, A little girl named Chariot Du Nord was born, that dreamy girl wants to warm up the heart of all the world and bring happiness with all the dream that will become reality, but she never know that she wa...