Music, Friends, Love

Chapter Two: Taxi Drive

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I rub the sleep out of my eyes and stretch out my arms, accidentally hitting the old lady next to me.

"Do young people really have no respect for their elders these days? It's so sad." She practically yells.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I was just stretching after my nap."

"Well, don't next time."

I turn towards the window and roll my eyes. The whole trip has been excruciatingly long. Every time I make a sound or move an inch, the old hag freaks out. Having said this, I haven't gone to the bathroom once for the whole 7 hour flight, since the old lady would probably get me kicked off of the plane for saying excuse me. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep once again.

I'm awaken again, but this time it's because the pilot is making an announcement.

"Good afternoon everyone, I'd like to inform you on behalf of the crew that we will be landing in Paris, France in approximately 30 minutes. The high in today's forecast is 17 degrees celcius and the low is 5 degrees celcius. We hope you all had a nice flight, and we hope to see you traveling with Delta Airlines again soon."

People around me start clapping and whooping, as if to congratulate the pilot on a job well done, but I just stay put since my flight experience today wasn't so great.

The little orange light indicating we need to buckle our seat belts comes on, and the stewardess walks up and down the aisles with complementary mints, to help prevent an ear ache while landing. I've been on many flights in my life before, but I've never liked or gotten used to the feeling of landing. I grab onto the arm rest, using it as a way to feel more comfortable, but of course, the old lady smacks my hand away.

"You have to give more space to your elders young lady. You should really learn some manners."

I glare at her and the pressure in my ears starts coming. I look out the window and realize that we've hit the tarmac, we've finally arrived.

After five more excruciating minutes, people start exiting the plane, and the old lady doesn't budge. My bladder is full to the brim, and I can't spend one more minute with this lady.

"EXCUSE ME, I'M COMING THROUGH!" I yell at her.

She starts to say something, but I hop over her legs before she has a chance to. I quickly maneuver my way through the aisle and run out the plane.

Once I get through security, all that's left is baggage claim, and then I can finally go to the bathroom. The dashboard says that my flight's luggage is on carousel 3B. I speed walk towards that section and recognize all my fellow passengers.

I notice myself looking for John, but I turn my focus back to the luggage in front of me, and wait for a black suitcase with treble clef tape to come into view. My dad insisted I use tape that was super distinguishable, so that I wouldn't take someone else's bag by accident, even my tiny flute case was covered in the stuff. I hear a bang and suddenly hundreds of suitcases start coming rapidly down the carousel.

I run towards the machine when I see the treble clef tape, and immediately run off towards the bathroom. Before I can get there though, I hear my name being shouted across the dim room.