To the Good Days

Chapter 18: My Spanish isn't as good as yours

Early in the morning, I hear an unfamiliar alarm go off somewhere within the room. I groan and roll over, pulling the blankets under my chin ready to enjoy some more peaceful sleep. I feel weight shift on the other side of the bed, Namjoon being as careful as he could to not wake me up. I hear him sigh as he walks to the bathroom to get ready for rehearsal. But before I can actually go back to sleep, a rapid knocking comes from the door. I wait a second to see if Joon will get the door, but judging by the muffled music coming from behind the bathroom door, he didn't hear it. I roll out of bed as quickly as my-disoriented-self can before shuffling to the door while putting on my glasses. I peek through the peep hole and open the door.

*Ya! Why are you knocking so loud? You're going to wake up the whole freaking floor?* I scold a startled looking Taehyung.

*Oh Emily-noona! I didn't- I wasn't – I-I. JIN-HYUNG MADE ME COME MAKE SURE NAMJOON -HYUNG WAS AWAKE BECAUSE WE'RE LEAVING IN AN HOUR! I'm sorry that I woke you up.* He says with his chin at his chest.

*TaeTae. Sorry I yelled. I don't have to be up for another hour and half, that all. But you can report back to Jin-ah that Joon is awake and currently getting ready. * I ruffle his hair as he looks up and shoots me his famous box smile before going back to his room. I shuffle back to bed and flop on my back and tug the blankets over my body. I soon fall back asleep for the remaining time I have left. As Joon leaves, he kisses my temple and mumbles something about seeing me later. I grumble a response and turn over.

The shrill alarm noise echoes through the empty hotel room. I turn it off and rub my eyes before I get ready. I wash my face and begin putting on some neutral makeup. After my face is all done, I get dressed in black jeans and a navy long sleeve shirt with my high top Vans. I straighten my hair before gathering my bag. All of my necessities that I'll need throughout the concert and then some. I sling the portable camera bag over my shoulder, grab my bag and head out the hotel door. I stop at the breakfast bar offered by the hotel and pick up something quick to eat before attempting to hail a taxi. I step into the street and did as the what I observed the locals doing and hop in.

"Adonde senorita?" the driver asks.

"Ah. Necesito ir al Movistar Arena, por favor." I tell him in my most confident Spanish. He nods and starts to drive. Traffic is a little congested at this time of the morning, but before I know it we are arriving at the front entrance of the Arena. Access from this gate is prohibited to venue staff only, so I have to walk the rest of the way. I pay for my cab and walk to the security at the gate.

"Las tarjetas de identificacion por favor." He asks, rather annoyed.

I give him my various tour ID badges and the one that grants me access to the venues. I rush into the venue and begin looking at the map on my phone to try and navigate to the stage. The stage crew is still setting up the background screens and stage, so I go to the Hen's nest to begin hooking lights, audio, and cameras before soundcheck.

As the hours progress, equipment is getting hooked up and streaming properly, the stage has been set up, speakers and lights are in the process of being hooked up and their cables being run to the Nest. Select staff from the venue are milling around, setting up and doing their own thing. Since its so close to sound check, our tour managers are yelling on the radio to restrict their access. I chuckle because the staff is doing their job and how are they supposed to get it done if we kick them out of their own venue, also they really aren't bothering anyone but their own coworkers. I continue working with my staff, checking all the production equipment, screens, audio, cameras, most importantly. Finally, we are ready for the sound check, so I radio the backstage managers to let them know.