Chapter 3: Tokyo, Japan

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The bullet train ride from Osaka to Tokyo was so fantastic. It was as fast as a bullet. It got us from point A to point B in under 3 hours.

"I still can't get over that train," I spoke as I applied my makeup for tonight's show.

"It was something. They should have those everywhere!" Jinger perked up. She combed her brown hair into a high ponytail. Then carefully pulled out two strands of hair to fall neatly on each side of her face.

"That would be so convenient." Elena agreed. "So what should I wear tonight? I'm thinking black ripped skinny jeans and this cute shirt." She held up the clothing.

"Definitely. And wear your white converse with it-" "Jinger, you got a second?" Ashton interrupted as he peered into the room. "Sure. What's up?" She asked as they walked into the hallway.

"Wonder what that's about?" I asked Elena. She shrugged her shoulders, "Probably just some drummer-to-drummer talk."

"True. Anyways, how do you like the tour so far?" Her eyes met mine, and the biggest grin formed on her face. "I love it. What about you?" "I love it too. Yesterday when we played, it was so magical. I can't even explain it." "Ugh, me too!"

A few seconds later, Jinger trotted back into the room. "What did Ashton want?" "Oh, you know, drummer stuff. No big deal." She shrugged.

Something seemed a little odd.

After tonight's show, I let out a sigh and propped my feet up on the couch. "I'm exhausted."

"Me too. Tokyo was sure one heck of a good crowd."

"I'll drink to that," Elena mumbled, pouring herself a shot of vodka from the minibar. "Elena, bring me one if you don't mind. You want one too, Tori?" "You know I don't drink." She laughed, "Whatever floats your boat."

"That's a weird phrase," Calum walked into the room. "Oh, vodka! I'll take a shot."

"Did I hear something about shots?"

"I can't resist myself."

"Voooodka!"

Calum, Luke, Michael, Ashton, Elena, and Jinger all downed a couple of shots while I sat alone, sipping on water.

Jokes on them. They'll feel that in the morning.

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