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a/n: at the beginning of each chapter, there's a song to match the chapter! i recommend for you listen to it

𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓸

Stevie was happy, no, she was ecstatic (which was an extremely emotion to see Stevie show). She had received an email telling her that she had been invited on a trip exclusively for young, aspiring artists of all sorts, all expenses paid. She herself was an author, and the company hosting the trip considered it an art. When Stevie got the news, she could've peed herself in excitement.

Dear Stevie Zanders,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to join many young artists on a trip across Europe. There will be stops throughout the whole continent, and you will end up back where you started to take your flight home. You will spend two days in each country, and a tour bus will be provided as transportation. You tour guide will lead you in the morning on the first day in a new country, and for the next day and a half, you are free to explore. This trip will prove to us whether you are worth it or not for us to sign as an artist to join our company. By the end of this trip, we hope you will have made something to audition to get a job in our company. Our company may have the word paint in it, but we provide jobs for all sorts of professions. More information will be disclosed in the following attachment.

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Sincerely, Stevell's Paints

Three months later, Stevie stood next to her sister's car, hugging her.

Stevie was a sharp young woman, unafraid to take the leap, and often controlling her emotions, trying to never fall submissive to them. So when Stevie made the move to hug her sister, it surprised both of them.

"I'm gonna miss you, Madelynn," Stevie mumbled into her sister's shoulder.

"Don't get sappy on me now, you little badass," Her sister laughed, "It'll only be two weeks and then we'll be back together!"

Stevie smiled happily, and pulled away, "I gotta go catch this flight. See you in two weeks."

Madelynn grinned, "See you, sucker," and got back into the car, and she drove away.

Stevie walked into the spacious airport with her hard-case, medium sized suitcase; her hand clutching the handle tightly as she pulled it behind her. Her other hand held her passport, plane ticket and phone. She had a small, black backpack hanging off her shoulders, and resting at the small of her back.

Airport security was quick and easy, and soon after, Stevie found herself standing in line to board the plane. When the line shortened, and Stevie had settled herself into the plane, fifteen minutes had passed. The seats next to Stevie were empty because thankfully, this was quite a large plane with not many people travelling in the middle of May.

Stevie put on her headphones, connected them to her phone, and opened her laptop. She flexed her fingers, and began tapping up ideas of a title for her newest book. She had never felt this stuck; in fact, she had never had writer's block before. Is this what it felt like? Huh, it wasn't pleasant. She thought nothing of it, knowing she would find one soon enough. Instead, she began typing out her story, starting with chapter one.

When the plane landed eight hours later, it was eleven in the morning, and Stevie's legs were cramped, but the trace of a smile lingered. Her laptop and phone were freshly charged during the flight. When she exited, her devices, passport and used plane ticket were tucked away in her backpack. She stepped out of the airport and waited a couple minutes before a taxi came. She hailed it quickly and the driver helped her tuck her suitcase in the trunk. She settled in the backseat and told him the address of the hotel she was staying the night in. He smiled and began driving, weaving in and out of traffic easily.

Stevie looked out the window, resting her chin on her hand, and smiled as she saw a welcoming sign.

"WELCOME TO PARIS-BIENVENUE À PARIS"