Made In America: Europe Edition

Amaya {2} & Daisy {2}

Amaya POV

This was a picture perfect event, the crowded audience, people shoving there way to the front, from the looks of it, some had some things to drink, maybe too much.

I sit now in the back room, waiting to perform, waiting for our turn to go on, which the band before us just went on. So I sat down to write to you journal.

I actually didn't find myself anxious or even nervous for this performance, even though that was irregular for me.

I guess I have gotten so immune to performing, it just made me feel light on my feet and bubbly, rather than nervous, like something was shrieking inside of me.

Well off I go, into the dressing room to slip on a stomach sucking dress, and a flower crown, wish me luck Journal.

xoxo.

I closed my journal shut, and followed the stage director, in the direction in which my dressing room was.

My name was plastered on the door on a star, something you only truly recognize in movies, but this, this said Amaya, and I knew it was me.

Being cliche, I took out my phone, and snapped a picture of it. Then walked inside my dressing room, closing the door behind me.

I saw the shimmering turquoise dress , a sparkle top, that had accented flowers on it, and the skirt kind of tutu material. Our band was portraying Love, and peace, some cliche Beatles, but I'm not comparing us to legends.

I slipped everything on, and then there was a knock on my door, just as I had put on one heel.

"It's open" I said, shoving on the second heel.

"Hey love" Greyson said as he entered the room, his jaw dropped as I straighten my dress when I stood up, "I swear you look more gorgeous every time I see you." He said and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"You ready to go kick ass" I said squeezing his fore arms.

"Hell yeah" He said.

"By the way you look fantastic yourself" I said admiring his jeans, and flannel, and boots. He brought the total country to our band.

"Thanks" He said smiling that gorgeous smile.

"And welcoming to the stage, we have the Good Darling" The announcer said, and the crowd roared, and we walked out.

**

Daisy POV

Good darling was on the stage, I had already performed, my hair was still up in a silky straight pony tail, with absolutely no fly aways, even though I walked and jumped and everything. I had changed out of the tutu, and crop top that they put me in, and I was now in shorts, and a simple tshirt.

I noticed as the sun went down, the wind picked up, and many in the audience huddled up in blankets. While I sat in the backstage area, and could hardly feel the wind.

Good darling was quite phenomenal, I believe the lead singers name is Amaya, I've seen her on so many bill boards, it's unbelievable.

They sang some original songs, that most hadn't heard before, because their full album was not yet released, just their ep. And then they also sang some cover songs, some country, and some rock, and some just simple pop songs, that all the teenybopper out in the audience knew the words to.

"Hey love, you ready to go? Rory getting a bit fussy." Ryan said.

"Yeah sure. I gotta grab my stuff from the dressing room" I said.

"Already got it, it's in the car" He smiled.

I hugged him, and smiled.

**

It was about 9 pm when we pulled into the parking lot of our hotel, a hotel paid for by the people that run the festivities of the festival.

"You wanna grab my stuff and I'll get Rory" I said.

"Yeah"

I unbuckled Rory's belts on her car seat, and lifted her out, I didn't want to wake her, so I tried my hardest not to slam the car door so loud.

We headed inside, and went up the elevator to our room.

The rest was just a dream, literally because I fell asleep.