A Movie of Our Own (wlw)

23

Charlotte

Today is finally the day I leave for New York and I'm more than excited.

I've been there before, but it's been so long since I've been, that I've forgotten the rush and adrenaline I feel once I'm actually there.

Right now it's five in the morning and I'm sitting in the back of a car with Jessy. We will be taking a private jet to New York. And usually I would be up for taking a normal plane, but we have to be there first thing this afternoon to get ready for an interview the next day.

I also just wanted to be able to do something fun with my time there, and I wanted time to myself.

But so far as of the trip, I know that a few people working on the movie will be joining us for the interview about the movie. This interview is so important because it will be the first sneak peek the fans will be getting of the movie. So preparation is everything. If they don't get excited, production could shut down. And although we didn't need a big budget for this money, we definitely do not want to flop at the box office. But I highly doubt that because of the important people in the movie.

First we have me, Mateo, Olivia, and most importantly Brooke.

Even if Brooke isn't as famous as us, publicity wise, she still holds a very big reputation in all of filming in Hollywood. Movie critics and film writers all have a say on the reviews of movies, and Brooke has never gotten a bad one in her career.

I'm just hoping this interview runs smoothly, which shouldn't be a problem.

"Ok ladies, we have arrived. Some of our guys will get your luggage from the trunk and you two can go and enjoy your trip." The chauffeur says as the car comes to a stop at the hangar.

"Thank you, sir." I say before giving him a quick smile as I exit the car.
As I step out of the car, the first thing you can see in the dusk of dawn is the very big private plane. I've never been in one this big.

"Do you have a question?" Jessy asks as she comes up next to me.

"Oh, I was wondering why the plane was so big."

"Well, it seemed that you weren't the only one that wanted to arrive in New York early, so everyone suggested we just share one and go together." Jessy explains.

"Makes sense." I say.

"Yes, now let's get onto the plane before anyone else gets on so we can choose our seats first." She suggests.

"Good idea." I replied.

Jessy and I then start to make our way to the plane, where the staircase is already laid out and ready. The street lights guide us as it's still dark outside because of how early it is. But if you paid attention just enough, you could see the sun slowly starting to rise. Oh how I love being a morning person.

As I reached the stairs one of the workers offered me a hand to help me up the stairs.

I politely declined and made my way into the plane with Jessy.

The jet was gigantic, when I mean gigantic, I mean it. Even for a private jet, I was impressed.
There were three rows on each side of the plane each containing two seats, side by side, with a small table separating the two. Then in the middle sat a large poker table, which did scare me, I will say. Then in the back there were three doors leading to who knows where. I'm assuming they are bathrooms and maybe a bedroom. I'm not sure, you can put pretty much anything into a flying plane nowadays. And then of course there were couches on the side and a mini refrigerator, but that's boring so it doesn't matter.