Déjà Vu

Chapter 2

"Hotel Atardecer", I read out loud when me and my bodyguards stood in front of a large, luxury building that was supposed to be my lodging. "Wow, your pronunciation is pretty good! Can you speak Spanish?", Mister Lork asked me, looking impressed. I chuckled. "No, not that I know of." "Well, maybe you can learn it", he responded quickly. I nodded grinning and started walking towards the hotel. Some employees came out and greeted me. "Welcome in our Hotel Atardecer", a brown haired woman, in her mid-thirties, said. "Thank you. I'm very grateful to be here!", I answered. Her Spanish accent was adorable. They leaded me into the building and Mister Zujuk carried my heavy suitcase. He seemed to be stronger than Peter, my driver. "This hotel is a paradise for celebrities because it's especially made for famous people to stay in and besides we take the security very serious. Not everybody is allowed to just enter the hotel", another employee explained. The building didn't just look gigantic from outside, it was also very large inside. Everything was covered with marble and there was a tree in the center of the reception. The elevator's walls were transparent, made out of glass, and leaded to every storey. "Your room is on the third floor with the number 111" The receptionist gave me the keys and an extra card, also working as a key. I thanked her and turned around, facing my bodyguards. "We'll bring your suitcase into your room and then we'll leave you alone. Your manager's going to visit you and give you informations about your today's sequence of events." "Thank you for the offer to carry my suitcase to my room but I'll take it now, it's alright", I said and Mister Zujuk's mimic hardened. "I don't want to insult you but your suitcase is pretty heavy and you're not allowed to injure yourself before your performance", he replied, crossing his arms. "I'm fine. I promise!" They looked at eachother warily but gave in. Mister Zujuk sighed: "Alright, but if you get injured, you tell Rosanne that it wasn't my fault." "Rosanne?", I asked confused. "She is your manager." "Okay, I promise I won't tell her anything", I giggled. I liked them both and hoped they would remain my bodyguards.

I left them after saying goodbye and aimed at the elevator while I dragged my suitcase behind me. The view from the elevator was awesome. I didn't have to stay there very long because my room was already on the third floor. I walked down the hallway without noticing that there were signs with the representative names under the sign with the number on the doors. I didn't realize that until I had to open my own door. "Hey, you must be Celestia!", a voice appeared behind me. It scared me so much that I dropped my keys. A hand reached forward and picked it up. Finally I turned around. "My name is Silvester Belt, I'm the Lithuanian representative." He smiled and I started to relax again. "Nice to meet you! I really love your song, it's on my playlist by the way", I chuckled. His eyes lit up and his cheeks became a little red. He looked so good but in a cute way. "That's really friendly. I like yours too. Our songs kind of have the same vibe", he replied. I nodded. He was right, our songs really gave off the same vibe except for the distinctive beats his song contained. Luktelk was actually one of my favourite songs this year but I didn't want to tell him because maybe he thought I was trying to soft-soap him. "I don't want to disturb you any longer, we'll see us at the pre-party!", he said and turned around, walking to his own room. "See you soon!", I shouted and waved him goodbye before we entered our rooms. I closed my door silently and leaned against it for a while. Silvester was the first competitor that has actually spoken up to me. I smiled. I was pretty scared that nobody was going to talk to me but now it took a load from my mind. As I raised my gaze I felt my heart pounding faster. A sudden excitement appeared when I looked around. That room wasn't just a room, it was bigger than my apartment I shared with my sister. My feet carried me forward into the living room. There was a big TV and an even bigger couch, some plants and a lot of luxury decoration. I walked further into the bedroom that included a huge bathroom. I sat down on the bed, no, I crawled into the bed because it was gigantic. I sank into the mattress and rolled around. A big sigh left my mouth. "Oh, how I love being a famous person", I mumbled into the sheets and smirked. I didn't want to leave the bed but I wanted to know what the bathroom looked like. I nearly fell on the ground because I slipped but I could hold on to the sheet that was tucked in. The bathroom looked majestic, there were a lot of marble and gold details and there was a douche and a bath. I fixed my nasty hair while I looked into the huge mirror, right above the sink. Suddenly I heard a knock. "Who's that?", I whispered. "Maybe my new manager?" Silently I shuffled towards the main door. The person outside knocked again, this time louder. I slowly opened it. A strict looking woman with short brown hair and black glasses on the nose contemplated me very intensively. I swallowed a big lump. "You are Celestia Danz, 20 years old, sharing your apartment with your older sister, parents divorced and your father killed in an accident right after, favourite food Pizza and the representative of Austria. Am I right?" I was very overwhelmed when she included all of the important informations about my life in only one sentence. "Uhm, yes? I guess...", I stuttered, not being able to keep the eye contact going. "Okay, then. Can I come in?", she asked with a light smile. I was still shocked but stepped aside.