I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock and Kylie screaming in my ear. I woke up and stared at her wearily. Jet lag had really done it's toll on me.
"Really?" I asked. Kylie grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry but we have training at 7. Time to look fresh and ready so that we can practice. And trust me, les miserables is tiring. Everytime I'm gonna have to sing "castle on a cloud" I think the words have lost all meaning." Kylie said, putting on her makeup.
I grinned before getting out of bed. Time to do something I love and can live for.
After showering, I dressed in a white tank top which was lettered Teen Spirit( got that cheap at a flea market), a thin piece of black garment which was sewn into a mini jacket by my mom, a pair if black leotard shorts and a pair of white sneakers before heading out of my room where Mel, Norena and Lyra were already up.
"Ugh. This is gonna be intense," Lyra moaned, eating a banana. I rolled my eyes.
"Guys, it's not be intense."
"Easy for you to say! You're the best in almost everything!" Mel retaliated.
"It's not fun. Trust me, I won't be able to feel my entire body once we're done. And not the one going to act a whore who's gonna have stage sex with Lionel the pervert Anderson" I said. Mel snickered.
"Fair point." Lyra said.
"Hurry up! Else we're gonna be late. And I don't want to do anymore push ups!" Norena shouted to Kylie, who was blowdrying her hair. Soon, we headed downstairs to the lobby to meet Nathan.
3 hours later....
"Whew! All that singing, acting and dancing really killed me today!" Kylie exclaimed, wobbly on her legs. We all giggled at the sight but cringed at our own pain. I had almost managed to sprain my ankle which still apparently hurts, Lyra's voice was hoarse, Noreyna had a headache and Mel just looked plain tired. I then felt a little queasy.
"Um. I'm gonna go to the rest room. I'll be right back." I said. The girls nodded before leaving me. I went into the girls room and threw up. It felt like I was puking out my organs. As I doused my face with water, I overheard a couole of girls talking in the cubicles.
"Are you sure?" a girl asked.
"Yep. It's true. Dream Street are staying here. And we are the only ones knowing. Hehe."
I frowned. Dream Street was staying here?
Nah. It's probably just a rumour. And besides, why do you care? Pull yourself together Elizabeth Amanda Chung. You shouldn't be interested, I thought, making my way back to my room. Just then, I heard some voices in the hallway.
"Are you serious? You lost the key?" a boy's voice asked angrily. I went closer to my room and opposite mine were 5 boys. Two were blond, one brunette and the others were blackheads. They looked familiar.
"I swear to God Jesse. You are an idiot!" One of the guys with black hair scolded. The blond guy named Jesse scowled at him.
"Watch your mouth Frankie before I stuff my socks in it." he snarled. The brunette haired boy then hit him and jerked his finger to me. The rest of them turned. Oh my god. They were...
"You're those guys from Kylie's poster! Dream Street right?" I asked. They all nodded nervously. The other blond boy groaned.
"Please don't tell anyone! We'll give you tickets to our next concert." The guy named Jesse pleaded. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't want tickets. And I'm not a crazy fan. Just that I heard some girls in the washroom saying that you guys are staying here and they know which room by the way." I said matter of factly. Colour drained from their faces.
