Perfectly British In An American Dream

Chapter 8

The whole flight went smoothly, I ate most of the food they brought out, it actually wasn't too bad. Thomas had some biscuits which we ate and I got crumbs all over my seat. We watched a film together about this guy who has the time he has left to live on his arm and then he goes gambling and gets a million years or something I don't really know much apart from the fact that Justin Timberlake was in it because I fell asleep for most of it. Once we landed I dashed to the toilet, mainly because the plane toilets are disgusting, but also because after sitting in a seat for multiple hours you start to smell. So I freshened up and Thomas waited outside, a car picked us up outside the airport and then we were on our way to the hotel. Thomas knew more about the film and cast than I did so he filled me in on some stuff. I started to feel a bit car sick which never happens to me so I looked out the window as we entered the city, a few moments later Thomas handed me a bag, "Just in case." The flashing neon lights caught my eye as we slowly drove down the main roads, all the names, people, clothing all looked the same as England and yet I knew we were in a country across the world from the little cottage in the countryside. I remember wondering if my parents would be proud, if they would have texted by now and what conversations would have happened. I kept quiet for the rest of the journey, mainly because I was tired, but partly because I was about to puke my guts up, either from nerves or car sickness. 'That's the hotel, there on the left." Thomas pointed at a tall building in the distance. "How long will it take to get there?" I asked the driver in front. "About 15 minutes, if that's ok?" "Umm.." I wasn't used to being asked, I mean there's nothing that can be done right? "Yeah, fine, thanks."

We pulled up at the revolving glass door, the whole cast was in the reception of the hotel. I realised they were waiting for us. The porter helped us with our luggage as we climbed out of the car. I felt my tummy churn slightly as I walked towards the entrance. We walked through the door and instantly the director walked up to us. "Hi, I'm Ralph I'm the director you must be Faye, and Thomas." He shook our hands accordingly, for some reason his American accents surprised me, I seemed to have forgotten we were in America. "Hi, great to meet you." Thomas replies for me as he knew I was quite nervous. Then the main actor walked up, "Hi, I'm Dylan." He had dark brown hair and a goofy grin, he was quite tall. He held out his hand and as I went to reply I felt my stomach churn, I felt it rise up my throat before projecting it over his shirt. A few of the other people groan in disgust as I kneel on the floor vomiting my food up. Dylan instantly takes his shirt off and scrunches it in a ball to go in the wash before helping Thomas carry me to the lift. The last thing I really noticed was feeling Thomas set me down on a bed before I blacked out.

I woke up to find a breeze blowing my hair across my face. I instantly go to close the window, but my head spins and threatens blackness again. I lay back down just as Thomas walks in from the bathroom. "You're awake," his voice sounds like a speaker next to my ear , I cringe. "Sorry," He whispers. "The doctor said you might have sensitive hearing." "Doctor?" I look at him in concern, why did they get a doctor, what happened? "Yeah, the doctor from the production team?" He reads the confusion on my face. "Did you not know that they have one?" He laughs as I shake my head. "Anyway he said that it was most likely a case of food poisoning and that you should rest for a day before doing anything exciting. After the entrance you made everyone will be worried, but don't expect them to get too close as Dylan has taken two showers and still smells of dodgy plane food!" He grins at me and I start to feel like I belong in this life, that this might be the only life I want, even if I have just puked on the main star.