The airport was surprisingly lonely for an airport. I guess it was 6am though. Adelaide wasn't really a lively city before 8am.
Butterflies flew in circles in my stomach as I walked out of security. Of course I got stopped again for a drug test. Why is it always me? I must give off that vibe.
I checked the screens for the hate number, quickly finding my flight. Half an hour away. This is going to be the death of me.
I shift my bag up more on my shoulder and walk towards to the Hudson's cafe for breakfast. That's if I can eat. If the wait doesn't eat me alive, nerves will.
I sit at the breakfast-bar-like-table along the edge of the cafe and watch the people walk by.
I sip at my coffee and keep my social media. I look up quickly and notice two girls, at least 13, pointing and whispering. I look down quickly check my appearance.
Nope all good. I think. Fly is up? Check. Hairs fine. What's are they pointing at?
They start to walk over and I panic a little making sure there's nothing in my teeth.
I slump back in my seat as they approach.
"You're Mia, aren't you?" The first on says. She has brown hair and blue eyes. She looks pale compared to her friend. Obviously a beach addicted of some sort with the tan and sea salt hair.
"Yeah...?" I reply a little confused
"Oh my god! We are HUGE fans!" She exclaims.
Oh right. I should probably get used to that. Whoops.
"Oh haha thanks" I say brightly
"Can we get a photo and an autographs maybe?" The beach girl asks quietly
"Yeah of course" I say standing up. "This is weird. This is the first time I've done this." I say posing for a selfie.
They both get out a pen and pad each. And it hits me. Oh shit, I don't have an autograph yet...
I scribble down something that looks like an m with two crosses. Easy to remember, I'll be right.
"Thank you" they both squeal
I grin at them and the notification for my plan sounds through the airport speakers.
"Gotta go girls. It was nice to meet you" I smile warmly pulling on my bag and walking toward the gate.
The hostess calls for first class first. I watch as the line goes through.
"Mia? Is there a Miss Trotta here?" The stewardess announces through the speakers.
I jump at my name and shakily make my way to the front.
"Er... There must be a mistake?" I question her, handing he my ticket.
She scans it with her eyes, then her actual scanner.
"No this is a first class ticket. Enjoy the flight" she says kindly
I walk down the ramp confused. The record label must have bumped me up to first class. Okay...
As I walk down the ramp toward the plane, the butterflies get bigger.
This is the beginning of the rest of my life and man, I'm in for a wild ride.
Hope everyone likes it so far. I decided to use my own name because I'm lazy and honestly kinda want to to happen to me :P
Anyway
- M xx
