STARS [ ISAIAH FIREBRACE ]

prologue

I've never really liked flying. I mean, I've been to Spain with my dad and my little brother Alexander on holiday but that's about it really. I never really flew on my own before either, but now I was for the first time. 

You see, my dad's a member of a british boyband from the 1990s, called Take That. He recorded me singing an original song of mine in the music room of our house, called Run and Hide and sent it to the Eurovision picker people (okay, i'm sixteen - don't make fun of me because i don't know names!) 

Somehow, they chose me  for the representative for the United Kingdom, but they wanted me to write a new song for it. However, I wouldn't blame them. I mean, Run and Hide was only at a rough draft at that point. So, because our country was part of the big five (with the inclusion of France, Germany, Spain, Italy and also, the hosting country of Ukraine,) then we were already pretty much secured a place in the final. 

But really, I feel as though it was hardest saying goodbye to my dance troupe. Ever since I was little, dance was my escape and during the time of my parent's divorce, it really did help me through everything. I was never dance captain and frankly, I think they knew how neurotic I get and wouldn't give it to me. I wouldn't blame them for not picking me to be honest. But saying goodbye for even a couple of weeks was hard. Ten years of my life went into that and well, they're paying off! 

"c'mon you piece of crap, close!" I exclaimed as I literally sat down on the top of my suitcase, as a mere attempt to get the zip to close over it. A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I tried to pull the zip across. 

"need some help?" The voice of my dad asked me from the door frame. All I could do was let out a puff of frustration. He chuckled, shaking his head at my incapability to close a god damned suitcase. 

Wasn't it kinda ironic how I had to sit on top of the suitcase to zip it up even a centimetre whereas my dad literally placed his hand on top, and zipped up the entire case. I gawped at him, before glaring at him. "stupid suitcase is super stupid." was all I muttered before my eight year old little brother, Alex, ran in and wrapped his arms around my legs. My dad left the room as Alex and I had a bit of a moment.

"I hate that you aren't going to be here for your birthday." He spoke quietly before I let out a small laugh. 

"Well, buddy - I'll face time you and dad every day. Be good now and keep me updated on everything." I spoke gently, kneeling down to my little brother's level and hugging him tightly. 

"Love, your taxi's here." Dad spoke quietly as I nodded, grabbing my hand luggage and my suitcase from the bed, beginning to carry it all downstairs. My dad grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips to my forehead. 

"Message me as soon as you get off that plane." He ordered as I nodded. 

"I love you both so much. See you in three weeks." I said quietly before going to the taxi and putting my case in the boot, getting in the back to be greeted by my two best friends, Briar and Mia. 

"Excited?" Briar asked from the front seat.

"Very."