Savannah
The sun was bright as I walked out of the hotel in the mid afternoon, just finishing up with a meeting. Girls were screaming and yelling my name – which is still pretty hard to believe – beckoning me over to them. My mood was at an all time high seeing as the meeting was to announce the start of my new album. I was pretty ecstatic about getting the thumbs up and to start writing on it.
Since my day had been made, I thought to make the people who had been waiting here since this morning, day. They deserved it. I walked over to a girl around eighteen who had tears streaming down her face.
"Don't cry, beautiful." I told her causing her to freak out more. I hugged her close. "I'm sorry, I'm just so happy to finally meet you. Can I have a picture with you?"
She was shaking with tears spilling out of her eyes but I knew that she was happy.
"Of course." I took her phone off her and smiled brightly into the camera as the picture took. "Whenever you post it, tag me in it."
She nodded so quick, causing her hair to bounce around her face. I gave a laugh, thinking it was quite adorable. I loved meeting my fans, they always make my day. Since I wasn't at my hotel, there wasn't that many people. At most ten so I decided to chat with them for a few minutes.
They all asked about the tour and about the four guys I'm opening for. I didn't have much to tell since I was still getting to know them myself.
"Savannah, I know you want to stay and chat but we really need to go." My body guard, Steven, said as he came through the few people to get my attention.
The girls all around me sighed sadly causing my heart to clench. I didn't want to leave them. "Did everyone get a photo?" I asked to the lot, receiving a quiet murmur of yes's.
With a heartfelt goodbye to them all and final hugs, I was ushered to my car.
"It's time for your appointment." Steven said as he climbed into my car. Since I was going to be in public today, he was coming around with me.
He's been with me since the beginning so him calling me by my first name instead of being all polite was nothing unusual. I basically begged him to use my first name instead of my last.
I hated my name. I also didn't like it when anyone would tend to me, or get me things; I know a lot of people do it but I couldn't stand for someone to get me something especially if I was able to.
"Okay, I'll head over now then after we can go to the arena." I smiled as I didn't really let on to what the appointment was. No one really knew where I was heading. Steven looked pretty confused but I wasn't letting up on telling him my plans.
"So you really got it done?" Breanna asked, her voice coming from behind me. The news on what I had got spread throughout my team.
"Yeah, I got it done right after I left the meeting this afternoon." I didn't turn around from the snack table but I knew what she was talking about.
"Wait, what did you get?" A new voice asked causing me to turn around.
"Oh." Calum said, noticing the piece of metal through the left side of my lip. "This means that we can be piercing buddies!" Luke chuckled, coming and standing beside the table with me; grabbing a water bottle and taking a gulp of it.
"Didn't Cal have his pierced for a few weeks?" Michael joined the four of us in the conversation, mocking Calum. "I had it for like two days." He muttered under his breath, punching the black haired boy in the arm.
I bit my lip as the conversation turned to Luke about how he only had his lip pierced. I truly felt bad for him because he hadn't even been the one to start it but they were now picking on him.
"Why are you guys picking on me when I've had this piercing for a while. She just got hers, pick on her!" Luke pointed at me, trying to throw me under the bus. I rolled my eyes at the three of them, now not feeling an ounce bad for how they were picking on Luke.
"You're seriously going to throw the girl who is way more punk rock than you under the bus, Lucas?" I asked using their terms.
Luke rolled his eyes, not being convinced. "You get one piercing and now you're more punk rock." Luke muttered, turning away from me. My eyebrows rose, he thinks I have this one piercing? Yeah he's definitely wrong.
"Try a couple piercings and some tattoos. Add in the hair and clothing and she's actually pretty punk rock at times." I had just opened my mouth to say something similar to that but was beat by Michael.
Taking me by complete surprise when he said all of that. "How in the hell do you know that I have tattoos and piercings?" I mean sure my piercings weren't that hidden. A couple in my ear and a few over my body but my tattoos were pretty much hidden most of the times.
It wasn't that I cared he, or anyone else knew about them but I just didn't think many people knew about them; Mason didn't even know all of them.
"I did my research. Your fans say you have three tattoos. The anchor on the inside of your ankle, courage written on your pinkie finger, and the one that's on your arm but is covered up most of the time by bracelets." My eyes were raised again. "If I didn't know any better, Michael, I'd say you were stalking me." Luke and Calum were just as surprised, searching high and low on my body to find all the ink. I had only put on one bracelet this morning, making their search that much easier.
"Stalker much, Michael?" Ashton, who had finally joined the rest of us by the food table, commented what every one of us was probably thinking. If we weren't in the middle of talking about tattoos and piercings I would have commented on how he sounded like Michael Myers.
"Shut up, Ash. I just wanted to make sure our opening act was cool or not." He muttered, looking away from the group.
As I got ready to speak the stage manager was beside me handing me a microphone. "You've got two minutes until you go on." He told me. I internally sighed, where had the time gone. Surely I hadn't been talking with them for that long.
"Well I guess that's my cue to head to the side stage." I told the group, walking past them only to stop halfway between them and the curtain.
"Hey, Michael!" I called to the retreating figure. My yelling caught the attention of more than just him as they all turned around.
"Your research was false. I have four tattoos not three. Maybe you should do better research!" Before he could comment back on what or where the last one was, I ran onto the stage.
"Hello San Diego, how are we doing tonight?" Screams filled my ears, even through the ear pieces. "Great, let's get this party started then, shall we?"
Not a hundred percent sure if I like this but eh, you all might. How are you all? Good, i hope. I'm literally so awkward. I type all this and don't even know what to put for an authors not. Gosh, I'm such a dork.
I need new friends, so I guess y'all should add me on snapchat? I look like a hobo 99.9% of the time tho. ----> xocorkyxo <---- Add me, i sound so desperate. I'm not desperateeeeee, I promise! lol I'm horrible but I do follow back,.
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*Yes, hi! I don't use Snapchat anymore but it's there anyway. Edited on7/8/21*
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