Switched Souls [AU] 5SOS

One

Lucie

This story started on a normal day. Which isn't so uncommon, but I felt the need to say that. Because after this day, nothing was normal anymore.

Of course, now you can say 'but define normal'. And I can say that normal is average. Normal is things going like they always go. Normal is not confusion and weirdness.

And then you can put in your opinion and we can probably go on forever. But that's not the point.

Let's just go with what the dictionary says about normal.

normal
ˈnɔːm(ə)l/

noun
the usual, typical, or expected state or condition.

So, this all started on a normal day.

I was just home from an exhausting day of uni and relaxing with a cup of cocoa.

Kidding. I was working my ass off to get this essay done that I had to bring in the next day. Maybe I should have started on it earlier, but I procrastinate and ah, who doesn't?

I was becoming somewhat frustrated, needing new information but only seeming to find the same information I already had, over and over again. It wasn't my lucky day.

As I was scrolling through the search results endlessly, my phone buzzed. I knew I had to ignore it or put it on night-mode or maybe even switch it off,  but against everything, I checked it.

@CatHoodx97:
RT @5SOS: TOMORROW OUR FIRST EUROPE SHOW! WHO'S EXCITED?? #SLFLEUROPE

I sighed, leaning my head on my hand and staring at my phone. They had it easy, touring the world. Okay, maybe not that easy, but probably easier than me, with this damned essay. I honestly wondered how it would be, to be one of them. Or in a famous band, at least.

Would the hotel rooms be luxurious? Maybe with a very cool bubble bath? Or a colour shower, oh, how I'd love one of those. And how about breakfast? Would it be brought to the room or would they eat in the restaurant? Room-service made sense, but then again. And how about- no! Lucie, focus!

With a deep sigh, I put my phone away. If only I could live a life like that. Even if only for a day. Wouldn't that be cool?

Shaking my head, I turned back to my computer. This essay needed some more work and I needed to be the one to deliver that.

As if my luck had decided to come back, I found a site with information I hadn't had the pleasure of discovering just yet. I mentally cheered, reading through it and copying what was needed. I can tell you the process after that, but you'd get bored.

It took some time, but I managed to finish the damn thing before midnight, printing it out and putting it in a nice folder. I then put it in my bag, knowing I would forget it otherwise.

That deserves some nice hot cocoa. Or sleep... I could use both, but unfortunately I can't have it at the same time. Unless I dream about a hot cocoa, but the chances of that are smaller than dreaming about a huge stuffed bunny that's chasing me.

I eventually decided that sleep sounded way better, changing in some pj's and doing my daily before-bed routine. It wasn't anything special, but it made me sleep better.

With that, I threw myself onto my bed and snuggled into my soft and cozy covers, smiling a little to myself. Maybe life wasn't so bad. Though, as I felt myself fall to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder what a day in the life of a rockstar would be like.