||Penelope's P.O.V||
"Hey guys! How are you feeling?" My band mate Izzy shouts down to the small crowd gathered below our balcony. "You feelin' good?!" She giggles as she received a cacophony of shouts and screams in response to her earlier question.
"We'll be down in a few to meet you guys once we get the other two gits up!" I laugh, waving at everyone as I watch the small crowd swarm up and down in jumping movements. I ran back into our small hotel room to where our other two bandmates were sleeping.
"Blake! Jordan! Get up, we need to go down to talk to the fans!" I yelled as I jumped onto Blake's bed, jumping over and on top of his body that was now squirming and rolling around trying to dislodge me.
"Pen, babe I love you but please let me sleep. Jordan made me stay up late to play his new game" He groaned, pushing at my calves trying to get my foot off his pillow.
"Hey! There was no force involved! You picked up that controller of your own free will" Jordan's protest was muffled from the other side of the room, the only part of his body being seen was the arm over the side of the bed that was waving to get our attention.
"If you are not up and in the shower in five minutes, I'll give you a shower of cold water" I threatened and hopped off Blake's bed and out the door, heading over to mine and Izzy's room to freshen up before we go down and take pictures with fans. I would hate to look horrible in something they would hopefully cherish.
"Izzy, Blake and Jordan are awake but I dunno how long it will last so best get the basins filled just in case" I laughed as I fell onto the white, pristine single bed nearest to the hotel door. Izzy sat on her bed next to mine, reapplying her powder through her compact.
"Oh, for God's sake! Do they not realise how lucky we are to have fans to get up for ?!" She threw her arms to her sides in defeat as she has just picked up her soft pink lipstick and was reapplying it.
"I gave them five minutes to get into the shower before we go back in and check" I sigh as I fall back on the bed, folding my hands over my stomach. I closed my eyes for a brief moment before jumping up, walking over to the wardrobe mirror and readjusting my army jacket by the front. I kicked out one of my black chained boots, just to stretch the material of my black ripped skinny jeans. My chains, bracelets and necklaces rattled at the movement, and I reached up to re-adjust the pendant of one of them.
I decide I'm happy with how I look, and walk over to my packed makeup bag, taking out my dark red lipstick to re-apply it, doing the same with my powder. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and then the sound of Marimba is heard through the room. I slip it out quickly and press accept, bringing it to my ear.
"Aloha?" I smile.
"Somebody will be up to collect your bags, go down and only have minimum contact with the fans, you are already late for your meeting" Our manager, Kyle, spoke through the phone. Kyle was pretty chill at times, and it was better that he wasn't much older than us, so the visions for us as a band were nearly identical.
"Minimum contact? Sorry Kyle, you know that's a no can do" I shook my head, Izzy making a face at me to which I rolled my eyes in agreement.
"Well, its gunna have to be because you cannot be late for this meeting, see you in a few" And on that note, he hung up.
"Twat" I mumbled, sliding my phone back into my pocket. "Plus side though, someone's gunna pick up our bags so we can just head straight" I smile at Izzy as she laughs, linking my arm with hers as we head over to the guys room.
Izzy swings the door wide open, hollering through the walls. "BLAKE, JORDAN, SO HELP ME GOD IF YE ARENT UP" She ran ahead to the room, me following slowly behind.
Thankfully they were up and we ran down to the lobby, laughing and joking the whole way.
