Vogue.

Two.

Since last summer, traveling to New York to meet the girls, nearly a third of our year we've spent in either a plane or a van. We haven't set up a tour bus for us yet, since an actual tour is a work in progress, but my point: planes were second nature.

In the morning, around four we all had to get up to get ready for the plane ride. If we were on schedule we would get to NYC at 1:30-ish, get to the studio and rehearse until 4, and then to Miu Miu downtown to meet Camille, our stylist to get ready for Met Gala.

"Aspen," Rylee cooed, from the seat behind me. "Guess what."

"What do you want?" Aspen threw her blanket from over her face.

"Guess who's coming to the Met Gala this year!" She squeals sarcastically, making me look back between her and Aspen.

"Who?" Aspen asks, furrowing her eyebrows, looking over at me, receiving a shrug from me.

Rylee put her phone down and began smacking her thigh in a rhythm.

"One Direction." Rylee announced, loudly, making Naomi jump from her sleep.

"Are you serious?" Aspen sat up. I looked over at Rylee making sure she wasn't kidding. She lifted her phone. I accepted it, reading over the attendee list.

"Serious as a heart attack." I confirmed.

"Can I see our dresses again?" She asked, she sat up and went up to the front of the cabin, talking to Matty, our road manage.

"We're wearing sequins?" Rylee asks, huffing behind me.

"It's not uncomfortable, they line the inside with nylon and spandex." I assured.

"So there's no sequins touching me?" She asks. "If it irritates my skin I'll break out in that area." She said, pulling her feet up in her seat.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." I nodded.

After a couple more hours of in and out of sleeping, we arrived. Matty had a few of the handlers take our luggage to the hotel we were staying at for the night.

"Matty why didn't we fly out last night? I'm exhausted." Naomi whined.

"Try to sound less like a diva, Mimi." Rylee said, as we got out of the plane. The car was waiting to pick us up, so we didn't need to go through the terminal, and airport. Aspen got up front with Matty, leaving me in the very back with Naomi and Rylee in the middle with our handler Stew.

"Are you going to the UK for break?" Naomi asked Rylee, who was leaning against the window.

"Yeah, my sister had her baby." She nodded, looking back at us.

"Tell her we say congrats." I grinned.

"What are you doing, Aspen?"Matty asked.

"If I don't make plans to run off with Niall Horan, then I'm just going to visit my grandparents." She shrugged.

"If you run off with Niall Horan, I'll take back everything I said about you being obsessed." Rylee promised.

"Be nice." I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Le Le." Naomi said, leaning on my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I'm tired." She yawned.

"I can tell." I shrugged her off my shoulder. We got to the studio and saw John. As in John Mayer, our part time producer.

"Johnny!" Aspen hugged him. I joined in on the hug.

"We haven't seen you since we were last in New York." I said.

"I know, I know. So the Met Gala tonight? What are you singing?" He asked.

"It's Your Beauty." Rylee answered.

"Good, I love that song." He nodded. "Before you start rehearsing, I need you to record Take Me, and Ice Cold."

"Then we should get started." Matty said. "We're a little late."

"We've got plenty of time." John assured.

I was on the mic first since I opened Take Me.

"I was there with you, when you were so confused." I sang into the mic.

After recording the two songs we only had an hour to rehearse It's Your Beauty.

"Okay so we have just enough room with do the four stands in a row, we're just gonna be a little closer than we usually are." I explained, looking over the stage.

"So that means if we get closer it'll be fuzzy, so Aspen on your high note, make sure you don't lean, same with you Celine, on your big note after the chorus." Rylee told us. I nodded, going over my part.

Once we finished rehearsals we got to Miu Miu in time, so Camille wasn't screaming at us.

"Camille, I need the best dress, one that will make me noticeable-"

"Aspen, calm down, I already have your dresses pick, what's wrong?" She asked, holding her shoulders.

"One Direction are gonna be there." She swallowed. I walked passed her looking around the boutique.

"Camille we need the girls ready by five." Matty announced.

"Okay, Okay. Rylee, Celine, grab your outfits, and into the dressing rooms!" She ordered.

"Yes Ma'am." I saluted, grabbing the dress cover labeled with my name. Rylee followed me to the back. I hung my dress up and unzipped the cover, pulling my dress off.

"I love dressing up." Rylee chuckled, doing the same to her dress. I could hear everyone in the front talking a bit more.

"They look pretty comfortable." I told her, sliding my feet in, pulling it over me.

"I hope the back doesn't bother me." She thought aloud. I pulled my black heels on. Rylee and I had the same dress, but hers was silver and mine was black. As I walked out I saw our camera man, Cole had arrived and was filming Aspen.

"Cam, I cannot find it." She exclaimed, pushing through the rack. Camille groaned, walking from where she was at the make up table.

"Celine go wait for your hair to be done." She told me. I watched them look through the rack a moment then made a face at the camera. I heard a loud cackle and turned to see Naomi holding a dress bag. I grinned, and watched an angry Camille and Aspen glare at her. "Get dress girls." She said, and tugged me to the mirror.

Cole followed us, telling me to explain what we were doing.

"At this moment we are getting all gussied up to head to the 2015 Met Gala where we will be performing." I explained. "We've been rushing all day, we got up at around four to get on the plane, from LA, to here. We're all exhausted." I nodded. he gave me a thumbs up and head back to where Rylee was waiting.

"Pen's excited." Cam spoke, brushing my hair out.

"She's a big fan, I can't blame her." I shrugged.

"How are you, sweetie?" Cam asked, starting to put a couple light waves in my hair.

"I'm okay, very tired." I told her.

"I know, you guys get a break though, right?" She let down a few pieces of hair.

"Yeah, I'm gonna stay here with Mimi." I answered.

After my hair she got to Rylee's, then the rest of us. Once we were finished I pulled my heels on, feeling my phone vibrate, in my lap. I unlocked it and viewed my message.

Cara: You're coming tonight??

I grinned, replying.

Me: You're gonna be there? We're performing.
Cara: Good I missed you!

"Matty! Cara's gonna be there!" I exclaimed.

"That's great." He mused, sarcastically.