Abrianna Knowles isn't stupid, she knows you have to be pretty to be a model. She's always been comfortable in her own skin, being confident doesn't mean she's some preppy bitch. Okay so sometimes she can get into one of her "diva moods" as Rachel calls it but, for the most of the time she's pretty tame.
She's actually kind of pissed that she has to be doing this, she can think of millions of better ways to help boost her image besides going on tour with One Direction and 5 Seconds Of Summer. She's heard of the bands before (because who hasn't heard of One fucking Direction?), she's never got around to listening to their music though. I mean, yeah shes heard One Direction on the radio and they're not bad but, she wouldn't call herself a fan. She's 100% sure that'll make everything awkward.
"We're almost there, Abri." Jonathan calls back to her from the front of the SUV, she nods but she only fully processes the information a minute later.
The knot in her stomach gets a little bigger because she's never been good at meeting people and socializing, being pretty and have social skills are not a package deal. She shoves her earbuds into her ears, cranking up the volume so all she can hear is Sex by The 1975 blasting.
Abrianna closes her eyes for what seems like a second, then Jonathan's shaking her awake, a grin on his face, "When I said almost there, I meant that you didn't have time to nap, kiddo."
Abrianna rubs a bit of sleep crust from eyes and runs a hand through her-knotted-hair. How does her hair manage to tangle that fast, she was only sleeping for 5 minutes at the most? She grins back at Jonathan, "You need to be more clear on that next time, buddy."
"So you wanna meet the lucky guy?" She's greeted by a woman, as soon as she steps out of the car. She looks really unpleasant with her brunette hair gathered back into a bun so tight that Abrianna figures she must have a massive headache.
"Abrianna?"
"What?"
Nice one, not paying attention. Way to go. Great first impression.
"You ready to meet your guy?" Bun lady asks enthusiastically.
"Yeah." Abrianna answers with a small (forced) smile.
"They're in the tour bus, Paul'll introduce you, I have some things to discuss with your team." With that she's off taking Jonathan with her and Abrianna is alone.
Who the fuck is Paul?
Who the fuck is "my guy"?
That's when she realized she probably should've read the email they sent her instead of just having her manager read it while she went on Tumblr... but hey, she has gays to ship! Too late now.
"Hey, I'm Paul. I'm supposed to bring you to meet the lads?"
Oh so that's Paul.
"Okay, thank you." She smiles gratefully because now she won't have to wonder around like the idiot she is.
