When I met you in Ibiza Pt.1

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Luana is a 19-year old girl from Ibiza.
She was born and raised in Ibiza.
To most people Ibiza is a wonderland, an island made for the perfect vacation - relaxing, exploring and partying.
Only a few people know that this beautiful isle also has its dark sides.
Luana's parents are both hard working employees at the Hard Rock Hotel.
They've been working all the years to enable Luana and her younger sister Sara a better life. Luana has just graduated from high school and is about to move to Barcelona in oder to study journalism. She spends her last summer in her home town working as a dancer in the famous Ushuaïa Hotel at parties. What she doesn't know is that this summer will change her whole life.
Btw, I wrote this chapter listening to "Calvin Harris-Summer". That's why the story is called "When I met you in Ibiza". :D

Luana's POV:
"Thank you Ushuaïa for this AMAZING NIGHT!!!", David Guetta screams in the mic with a smile on his face.
The crowd is cheering, screaming his name, this night was really successful.
Gradually the tension, that built up inside of me, starts to fade. Knowing that another night is done makes me feel happy.

"Luana let's get off stage.", Maria says to me, gripping my hand. I nod and follow her to the iron stairs, making our way down.
Walking downstairs is something I hate when I have high heels on. In order not to fall I hold Maria's hand firmly.

"Girls great job!", Carlos welcomes us with an embrace. Carlos is our manager and also one of the best friends you can just have. Actually it was him, who discovered me and wanted me to dance this summer.
Without him, I probably would not be here now.

All the girls have got off stage and we are standing now backstage, waiting for David Guetta to take a picture with us. After a while we see David approaching us, holding a water bottle in his hand.

"Great job girls. It's always nice to perform with you.", he says in his charming french accent. Miguel, a staff member, takes his mobile phone and wants to take a picture of us with David.

"Smile!", he informs us with a grin.
Maria puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to her. I try to smile as bright as possible and make the best pose I can. After a while Miguel approaches us and shows us the picture, it looks pretty good.
Being with DAVID GUETTA on a picture makes me feel so happy. It was always my dream to be part of this, finally this summer my dream came true.

Probably you think I do this for fun.
I actually do, but I am not only working here for fun, I need the money. I am about to move to Barcelona in order to study journalism.
My parents have supported me for 19 whole years, now I don't want to bother them anymore.

"Lu, I am going to the dressing room now. Can we meet at the exit of the hotel?", Maria asks looking at me.
"Yeah. I am coming soon."
"Ok, see you.", she smiles and makes her way to the entrance of the hotel.
"Carlos!", I stop him from leaving.
"Yeah Luana, what's the matter?", he turns to me and gives me a questioning look.
"Can you do me a favour?"
"Sure, tell me."
"So on thursday one of my cousins will marry and I wanted to ask you, if I can have this night off."
"Let me see...", he mutters and takes his mobile phone out of his pocket.
"So...Laura could work for you on thursday and you would have to work on friday. Is this okay for you?"
"Yes sure.", I reply with a smile.
"Okay, so I will tell Laura now, that she will work on thursday, but not on friday."
"Okay, thank you Carlos.", I thank him giving him a hug.
"It's okay. I am going to tell her."
He leaves me walking to the entrace of the hotel. I sigh in relief, I am so thankful that Carlos is so nice and relaxed.

Finally I also start walking to the doorway of the hotel, most people have already left, so it's much easier getting to the dressing room.
"Hey wait!", a male voice calls. I turn around to find a tall man standing in front of me.
He seems to be quite young, around 20.
His brown eyes look into mine, a smile forms on his lips as we lock eye contact.
"Yes?", I asks curiously.
"Can I take a picture with you?"
"Um yeah sure."
Suddenly his smile fades, his hands grab me firmly and I am being hauled somewhere off...

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