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Chapter Seventy Three - Paul the Driver

As soon as the plane touched down in Australia, I knew that me rushing here was a bad idea. I've always been one for planning everything to the second, so impulsively flying out to Australia was clearly going to be a bit of an issue for me.

I made my way out to the arrival gates to meet my driver Paul. I had no idea what an earth he was doing in Australia but I was glad to see him anyways.

We made our way to the car and Paul started driving.

"Where to, Miss Alithea?" he asked, looking at me through the rear view mirror.

"Paul, I told you already to call me Alithea! You're my oldest friend since I moved to America." I scolded him playfully

"My answer is the same as it's been the last 5 years Miss Alithea." He smiled.

"Nevermind. Umm and I'm actually not to sure where I'm going. Or what I'm doing to be honest.." I trailed, looking down at my hands.

"You are going to suprise your Lover Boy yes? I know exactly where to go" He grinned, as if he knew all the secrets of the world. He probably did.

"Wait how did you-"

"I follow you all on Instagram. I saw that guitarists post about that god-awful woman!"

I chuckled at his reaction "So you know where they are playing then?"

"Yes. I'll take you there now!" He answered with determination.

The half hour ride was nerve racking. I had no idea how this would plan out, but I hoped for the best.

Before I could overthink even more, the car stopped. We were packed outside the artist entrance of the venue and I knew for sure that we were in the right place as I recognised the familiar tour busses.

"Good look on getting your man back, Miss Alithea. I've always been Thashton AF" Paul exclaimed like a 14 year old fan girl.

"Thank you Paul, have a great night!" I said before leaving the car and making my way to the entrance.

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