Trapped With the Memories of You

Chapter 7 Henry's POV

Half an hour later we pulled up to the hotel. It was a large brown brick building, with an archway leading to the entrance. A doorman opened the door for me and I stepped into the lobby. The floors were covered with golden colored tiles, and shiny chandeliers hung from the ceiling. There was a fountain directly in the middle of the room surrounded by a benched seating area. I went up to the check-in desk, received my room key, and made my way to the elevator.

When I arrived at my room number, 809, I opened the room door and quickly dropped my bags on the floor. I looked around the room and then ran to the King sized bed. I dived on it and then began jumping before realizing that if I accidently fell and hurt myself I wouldn’t be able to audition tomorrow. I sighed and lay down. Here I was in a different country, skipping school, the day before I audition for Super Junior M, and I was sitting in a hotel room staring up at the blank, white ceiling. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth; I ended up taking a quick shower before ending up on the bed again staring at the ceiling. I ran over the idea of what I had to do tomorrow. The audition started at nice o’clock sharp, and the audition place was only 15 minutes away from my hotel. I knew there were at least 15,000 people auditioning, but for some reason, I wasn’t nervous anymore. Maybe it was just because my excitement about being in a new country overpowered my nervousness, but now the only thing I really felt was boredom.

I didn’t go out and look around because I knew I would end up getting lost, and the part of China I was in was mostly hotel buildings, and big business corporations, it really wasn’t what someone would call a tourist destination. I debated what to do and turned on the television grateful that the hotel had English channels. I scrolled through and almost had a heart attack when I saw Teen Wolf was on. It was my favorite show! An old episode was playing, but I didn’t care at that point, I was just happy I had something I recognized in this different country.

A few Teen Wolf episodes later I was getting hungry so I called room service and ordered noodles. After what seemed like an eternity, a knock came at my door. I opened it to see a young man maybe in his early 20’s at my door with a big, round silver dish cover. He asked where I would like it and I told him to put it on the table. Once he put it on the table I expected him to leave but he just stood near the door with his hand stretched open. Thinking this was some Chinese custom I didn’t know about I quickly took his hand at shook it. He looked at me like I was a lunatic. It then dawned on me that he wanted a tip so I reached into my blue jeans and pulled out some form of Chinese currency, I didn’t know how much it was so I just gave it to him anyway. He snatched it out of my hand, looked at it, scowled at me and then left. ‘Well,’ I thought to myself, ‘That wasn’t embarrassing.’ I opened the noodle dish and my stomach growled immediately. I mixed them and began eating. By the time I was done I could barely walk and I promised myself I wouldn’t eat again for the rest of my life. I got up and walked slowly to the bed. I plopped down on it and tried to go to sleep, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of my head that that was a bad idea.

The darkness surrounded me, suffocating me. Light was shining through the top of the hole, but it was too far, there was no way I could reach it. I heard voices laughing, “Did you see that kid?” They said, “He’s a waste of space. No talent what so ever. He thinks he can make it into this company? Ha! Not a chance.” The light went out.

I didn’t know how long I stayed there. It was cold, empty. I stayed quiet. What exactly could I say?

A buzzing sound came from a distance. I tried to focus in on it. It came closer, and closer, getting louder, and louder.

I jerked up out of my sleep, I looked around my brightly lit up room, and covered me eyes. The buzzing was still there, and I looked around to find the source. It was my phone alarm clock. I turned it off and continued to rub my eyes. I checked the time and saw that it was already 8o’clock. I jumped out of bed and raced to my suitcase. I was still in yesterday’s clothes of jeans and a hoodie, and I had to change. I threw clothes out of the suitcase left and right until I pulled out black jeans and a black t-shirt. I put on my favorite black high tops and ran to the bathroom. I washed my face quickly and brushed my teeth. I fixed up my messy hair and went back into the room to grab my phone. I looked at the clock, and it was only 8:10. I called for a taxi, and he said that he would be outside of the hotel in five minutes.