11:59. Just a few more minutes and well be out of here.
Can't wait!
"Tori?"
"Brooke! Okay let's go to the bank. You do have money? Right?"
"Yeah. My life savings."
"Good now let's go exchange the money into dollars"
"Why? Are we going to America?"
"Nope, Australia!"
"WE COULD MEET THE JANOSKIANS!" Woah fangirl much!
"Woah woah woah woah, calm down! Jano who?"
"Janoskians! I have to educate you!" She says walking into the bank.
After exchanging money, we called a taxi and asked the bloke to take us to the airport. Bags and penny boards in hand, we started gossiping about life in general.
'So," she started "how long are we staying in Australia for?"
"I don't know. A month, year maybe?!"
"Hmm, ok"
"Thank you!" We say thanking the driver, getting out and paying.
"No problem girls have fun in Aussie.!"
"Finally! We're at the airport!" Brooke starts skipping singing "skip skip skippity skip"
I roll my eyes laughing at her. Wow she's such a rebel.
"Two tickets to Australia please." Brooke said. I zoned out on the rest.
"Tori. Tori. Earth to Toriii!"
"What? Sorry, I just zoned out for a bit."
"No shit Sherlock!" She says.
"Hahaha. Not."
"Any way, I've booked the tickets and all that poo."
"What lounge are we in?"
"S43"
"Just Down here to the left"
"Okkkkkk" Brooke is mental. But I do love her... As a friend... Eww gross I'm not a lesbian!
"Brooke, do you have our passports?"
"Yep" she says patting her jean pocket?
"Erm... Are you sure"
"Yep"
"Check just incase" Well what can I say. Brooke, she's different. She looses A LOT of stuff. Last year she lost her phone and found it in on the table Almost 9 months on. Face plant much?!
. It was an I-Phone 4, and she phoned the police saying it was stolen.
They started loading up passengers.
Brooke panicked, thinking she lost the passports... Again!!
"Brooke! Brooke! Calm down! They're in your pockets remember?!"
"Oohhh! Yeah!" She says, showing security her passport and handing me mine.
We walked through the metal detector, holding my breath and releasing it as it didn't go off for either of us.
Picking our bags up again, we boarded the plane.
HELL YEAH! WINDOW SEAT! I silently thanked the lord as Brooke had to sit the behind me. She may be my best friend, but she can be a fucking annoying person sometimes.
Knowing this will be a long 24 hours, I decided to put some Ed Sheeran on.
A lot of people are scared of me, but Ed always seems to keep me calm and help me see sense.
I have a sleeve of tattoos and blue hair, but that's just me. To be honest, I'm pleased to be away from the place I have to call 'home'.
I also have a weird addiction with beanies and penny boards. Don't judge...
Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
Lie down with me
Hold me in your arms
Your heart's against my chest
Lips pressed to my neck
I've fallen for your eyes
But they don't know me yet
And the feeling I forget
I'm in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
This feels like I've fallen in love
Fallen in love
Fallen in love
Settle down with me
And I'll be your safety
You'll be my lady
I was made to keep your body warm
But I'm cold as, the wind blows
So hold me in your arms
My heart's against your chest
Your lips pressed to my neck
I've fallen for your eyes
But they don't know me yet
And the feeling I forget
I'm in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
This feels like I've fallen in love
Fallen in love
Fallen in love
Yeah I've been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that's how I know you
So hold you close
To help you give it up
So kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
This feels like I've fallen in love
Fallen in love
Fallen in love
So kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
This feels like I've fallen in love
Fallen in love
Fallen in love
And the intro of A Team was the last song I heard.
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I woke up with the worst back ache, with about one hour left, I decided to go pee.
After I did well that, I walked back up to my seat, looking at Brooke as I walked past her. She was laughing like a complete mentalist, a lot of people watching her like she was mental.
Ah well. She's Brooke. I'm used to it. But a lot of people are not. So yeah. Let's just say, she's not normal.
Now Im in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
Thats you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
And I cant, no, I wont hush
Ill say the words that make you blush
Im gonna sing this now (ow, ow)
See, Im true, my songs are where my heart is
Im like glue, I stick to other artists
Im not you, now that would be disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, Im real, I do it all, its all me
Im not fake, dont ever call me lazy
I wont stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
Cause you need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you at all
You need me
I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse
Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell
Call yourself a singer-writer youre just bluffing
Your names on the credits and you didnt write nothing
I sing fast, I know that all my shits cool
I will blast and I didnt go to Brit School
I came fast with the way I act, right
I cant last if Im smoking on a crack pipe
And I wont be a product of my genre
My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
Always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically Im demonstrating
When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me
A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi
Cause you need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you, at all
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you, at all
You need me
Cause with the lyrics Ill be aiming it right
I wont stop till my name's in lights
At stadium heights with Damien Rice
On red carpets, now Im on Arabian Nights
Because Im young and all my brother's gonna give me advice
Long nighter, short height and I gone hyper
Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
The game's over but now Im on a new level
Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
People think that Im bound to blow up
Ive done around about a thousand shows
But I havent got a house plus I live on the couch
So you can be the lyrics when Im singing them out
(Wow)
From day one, Ive been prepared
With vo5 wax for my ginger hair
So now Im back to the sofa, giving a dose of what the future holds
Cause its another day
Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
Gonna be breaking into other peoples tunes when I chase it
And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
Into another rappers shoes using new laces
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the papers
Selling CD's from my rucksack aiming for the majors
Nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back
Clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache
I hit back when the pen hurts me
Im still a quiet boy in a Fenchurch tee
Im still the same as a year ago
But more people hear me though
According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
Im always doing shows if Im not Im in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
Melody music maker
Reading all the papers
They say Im up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator .
Cause you need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you, at all
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you
You need me, man, I dont need you, at all
You need me, man, I dont need you
My favourite song came on,, I sit and smile listening to Ed Sheeran looking out of the window.
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