At 5:00am the next morning, Madi and I woke up and got ready to drive to Dallas. I took a shower and threw on a pair of sweatpants and a no-sleeved shirt. I got my bags together and took them downstairs.
"Madi," I shouted, "are you ready?"
"Almost," she shouted back, tiredly.
Soon I saw the red haired girl climbing down the stairs with about 4 bags. One for makeup, one for accessories, and one for clothes. I laughed at her struggle to bring the items down the stairs with her.
"Shut up and help me," she said, throwing one of the smaller bags at me, which I let fall to the floor.
I picked it up and helped carry her stuff to the car, then we came back in and carried my stuff out to the car. I shut the door behind us, locking it in place. I stepped off the porch and into the driveway. Madi was driving, considering I'm only 15 years old, and it was a long ass drive. I got in the back seat. Madi looked at me from the front.
"What the hell are you doing?" she laughed.
"Sleeping," I said. I laid a pillow down and grabbed a blanket. Slowly, I fell asleep.
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We finally reached Birmingham. We got a late start, and ended up leaving our house at 6:00am. There was so much traffic. We got to the airport at 7:00pm. Our flight was in 45 minutes. We dropped the car off with Madi's mom, who was waiting at the airport with Madi's step-dad. She was going to take the car back to our house. We said our goodbyes to Madi's parents and then walked back into the airport. We found the gate we needed, collected our tickets, and sat in the waiting area.
"Are you excited?" Madi asked, sitting next to me.
"I'm nervous," I replied honestly.
"Why?"
"We are touring with, like, 9 other people, not to mention Jc Caylen and Sam Pottorff."
"Okay, I see why you're nervous. But we get to meet our fans, and that's why I'm happy."
I smiled, "Yeah, that's pretty exciting."
Before we knew it, our flight was being called to board. We got on the plane and sat in our seats, which were conveniently right next to each other. I was glad I didn't have to sit with a stranger for this flight. We put our luggage away before sitting down. Madi pulled out a pair of headphones and plugged them into her phone, playing One Direction's album, Midnight Memories. I did the same, except I was playing Justin Bieber's album, Believe. I sat my head back, just thinking. I was no where near tired, considering I just woke up not too long ago. Madi, however, had been driving for nearly 14 hours, and she was fast asleep. I allowed her to sleep. I was thinking about all the possible things that could happen on this tour. What if I don't like the people that are going? What if no one wants to meet me? What if none of the entertainers like me? Everything was so complicated, and there was so many possibilities, both good and bad. I was a wreck just thinking about it.
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A few hours later, the plane landed, and we were able to get off. Upon exiting the plane, there was a sign being held by an older man with mine and Madi's last names written on them. I walked up to him.
"I'm McKenna Williams, and this is Maddison Miller," I said.
"Ah," he put the sign down, "Ms. Miller and Ms. Williams. I'm your Uber driver, sent down by Mr. Bart Bordelon."
Madi and I nodded our heads, signaling that we understood.
"Please," he said, reaching for our bags. We allowed him to take them and put them away for us. We got in the back of this, Uber. It's kind of like a taxi, if you don't know. The guy, who told us his name is Timothy, drove us through downtown Dallas. We were talking to this driver. He has a wife, three sons, and a daughter.
"Are you girls here for that convention?" he asked us, referring to Magcon.
"Yes sir," Madi answered. "We're entertainers."
"That's great," he said. "My daughter is really wanting to attend."
"Is she coming?" I asked.
"Unfortunately," he sighed, "money is an issue right now. We don't have enough for tickets."
That really hurt me. I looked at Madi, who looked disappointed. She reached for her purse.
"I would love for her to come," she said, searching her purse. She pulled out a $100 dollar bill.
Timothy looked at her through the rear view mirror.
"Oh, no, no, no," he shook his hand, "I can't take that from you."
"You're not taking it if I'm giving it to you," she said. "Besides, consider it a tip."
He smiled, accepting the money.
"Thank you so much," he grinned. "It will mean so much to her."
Madi smiled, and so did I.
Timothy pulled up to this huge hotel. If you remember the Tipton Hotel from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, yeah, that's what it looked like.
"Well, ladies," he said, "this is your stop. Thank you for making my day."
"Thank you for keeping us entertained," I said.
"Looking forward to seeing you and your daughter at the event in a few days," Madi said, getting out of the car with me.
"Will do," he said.
"Bye Timothy!" we both said, getting out of the Uber. He waved us off.
We sat outside the hotel, holding onto our bags. We walked in the lobby, and a tall man with dark hair came up to us.
"Kenna and Madi?" he asked.
"That's us," I smiled.
He held out his hand, "Bart Bordelon. We've spoken a few times."
I shook it back, "Yes, we have!"
He shook Madi's hand.
"So the boys are in that room right there rehearsing," he said, pointing to closed off doors. "You guys can go in there and rehearse with them, or you could go right upstairs and set your stuff down."
"I kind of want to meet them first," Madi announced.
"Yeah," I said, lying.
I was nervous. I didn't want to meet these boys yet. I wasn't ready. I didn't even know who they are.
"Alright," Bart clapped his hands, "let's go meet the crew."
Madi and I picked up our bags and headed towards the doors, following Bart. He opened the doors, revealing a huge ball room. There was a stage set up, a giant white screen, and tables, for the meet and greet. One of the boys looked up from the table at us.
"Hey everyone," Bart yelled, "these are the new girls I was telling you about! They will be touring with us. Come say hello."
All of them rushed over towards us. They stopped in front of us.
"I'm Kenna," I said.
"I'm Madi," she said.
"Hi, I'm Cameron."
"I'm Nash."
"I'm Carter."
"Hey, I'm Taylor."
"I'm Matt!"
"Shawn."
"Jack and Jack."
And finally, there was this beautiful boy standing there looking at his shoes. He hadn't looked up the entire time, it's like he was focused on something on the floor. It was quiet for a minute.
"Mmhm," Cameron cleared his throat, nudging the brunette boy.
"Oh, sorry, I'm-"
He looked up and our eyes connected. He blushes instantly.
"I'm-uh-"
"Aaron. His name is Aaron," Taylor said, chuckling.
"Yeah, haha," Aaron laughed nervously.
"Well, you all go up to the floor reserved and figure out sleeping arrangements," Bart ordered.
"Okay," we all said at once.
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