Hotel Ceiling (Camren)

Hotel Ceiling

Camila stepped out of the car and breathed in the fresh air. She had been sitting in this car since her driver picked her up from the airport and an hour ago. It wasn't a trip she could enjoy, but she knew she didn't have a choice, considering that teleporting wasn't an option. She took off her sunglasses and it didn't take long till she could hear the first fans screaming her name. She forced herself to smile, but it didn't feel right. She loved her fans but with the lack of sleep she had, it wasn't possible to act like that. She probably hadn't slept for two days by now but she couldn't let this out on her fans so she smiled for the pics, gave them hugs and wrote cute messages on their things like they asked her to. A few minutes later her manager, Steve, helped her out and told everyone that she had to go inside because they had important things to do before her concert tomorrow. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

When they went into the lobby, of the hotel, Camila stayed the night in, it was much calmer and Camila let out a relaxed sigh. While Steve got her room key, she took a seat and checked her social media. It was the usual stuff. Fans that told her how much they love her, haters that told her how much they hate her and not to ignore the shippers, who made assumptions every time she got seen with someone in public. It was ridiculous but after everything she had been through because of Camren she got hardened and easily brushed it off. She scrolled a little through her tags and could already find some pictures of her today. Her eyes widened a little when she saw that she shouldn't have taken off these sunglasses. She looked like a zombie, without realizing it. Before she could read any tweets from her now worried fans Steve came back and gave her the keys to her room. He also gave her all the details for tomorrow and told her to sleep after. Sometimes it felt like Steve was her babysitter, which was fine, as long as he wouldn't exaggerate.

She wasn't surprised when all her things already stood in front of her room. She rolled her eyes at Steve's carelessness, it was not like everyone could see her things and just steal them, but maybe she just overreacted because people who were allowed to enter this hotel didn't have it necessary, to steal anyone's things. She opened the door and looked around. It wasn't the first time she was here but it still felt strange to come in. She missed coming home in moments like these but the Europe tour for her new album just began so she shouldn't be thinking about it. She banished the thoughts and took her things inside. She didn't bother to pack them out since she wasn't here for long. She just took out a couple of things she needed for the night and jumped into the shower. She let the hot water ran down her body and enjoyed the burning feeling on her skin. When she stepped out of the shower she took a look at herself in the mirror and saw how red her body was from the heat. The look in her own eyes saddened her, so she took a towel and hung it over the mirror before she dried her body, and she slipped into her pyjamas. She laid down on the uncomfortable bed and looked at the white ceiling, not thinking about anything and just getting lost in her own little world. A few minutes later she found herself closing her eyes, waiting for sleep to come through. But it didn't come, not even hours later. Her body was so exhausted but she couldn't let go.

She let out an annoyed huff and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, so that she could have a look at the time. It had already been past 11 pm here but only 5 pm in Miami so maybe that was the problem. No, that wasn't the problem, she hadn't slept for two days so the timezones shouldn't be the problem. The problem was her mind playing stupid games with her, telling her all the things she didn't need to hear. It was like she was going crazy and maybe she was. She had always been an anxious person and traveling around the world couldn't make things better but everyone had to pay a price to live their dreams and this was Camila's. She chose this life and didn't regret it once. Sometimes she regretted the way she came there because she had to let too many people behind and probably broke more hearts than she ever wanted to, but life wasn't fair so she had to adapt.