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Preperations and Letters

Chapter 2- Preparations and Letters

We were staying in a beautiful hotel in London, there was a gorgeous view and it was right in the centre of the city.  I had been enjoying a beautiful swim each morning and a lovely cooked breakfast afterwards. I had officially ridden on the London eye twice, I have visited Parliament house and Big Ben and tomorrow will be meeting THE QUEEN! I am so excited.  I will be performing for her and then joining her for morning tea. It is a huge honour, but I guess that’s what happens when you become a ‘world famous stage actor’ as SING IT, my favourite magazine, puts it. I doubt I am world famous, I have been on Broadway but that’s not worldwide!

As I rose to get out of bed the morning I visit the queen I felt really groggy. I tried to remember if I went to a party last night… No? Well, there is no half naked, extremely hot male lying beside me, so I would say no. I got dressed in swimming togs and started heading toward the pool when I heard Luke cry

“ANNA! ANNA!”

“Urgh… What is it now?”

“It is The Queen’s assistant, she has come to get you ready for your meeting.”

“What?!? I don’t need help I am fine on my own!” but apparently I wasn’t.

She wished to speak to me about the way I must speak to The Queen. The meeting was just Dos and Don’ts. It took just over an hour than she said

“We will send over a car to pick you up. Be ready. Our drivers don’t wait!” She left after that and I went back to my usual routine. I went for a beautiful swim and then had a delicious breakfast and then I began getting ready. I had bought a new outfit to wear to the morning tea, but I thought I would show up in my performance costume.

 Just when I came out with my dress on, Luke came into my room wearing his suit. He looked so cute. I would never admit it to anyone, but I had a crush on him. His beautiful, short, spiky, blonde hair, his absolutely gorgeous, deep, brown eyes, they all pulled me towards him.  Then I realised that I was literally walking towards him, I jumped back and half ran to the bathroom to continue putting make up on. 

I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror.  My eyes were not bright blue, or deep brown, they weren’t flashy green, or anything fascinating just a mushy weird greeny bluish thing. My hair was long enough to put in a nice bun, but short enough to put down and to be acceptable, it was a dark brown. I was a slightly shorter than normal person, and had a scar across the top of my left ear, you couldn’t see it unless you looked closely. I looked down at my feet, they were smaller than usual feet, I loved my feet! I looked at my hands, small and fat, once described as kindergarten hands. My scrolled across to my nose, I am not sure why, it wasn’t a bad nose, not too big, but I kept staring at it until I heard

 “Come on Anna! You will miss the car! I wonder what type it will be.” He didn’t stop talking in random babble about the car, until it arrived.   It was a beautiful car. Luke was speechless. He had apparently never even dreamed about this car to coming pick us up. I knew that because as quick as his amazement and silence his recovery and catch up was even faster.  He spoke like he would never speak again. Going on and on about the car, the driver, the car, the queen, the honour, the car. Until finally the driver stopped, turned around, and said

“if you don’t shut up NOW! You’re getting out NOW!” Luke was stunned. It was actually quite funny. Then I looked out the window and gasped. The one placed that I had refused to come too. Buckingham Palace. I wanted this to be my first sight of it and oh it was BEAUTIFUL! I sighed. Then sat up straight and decided to act like all this was uninteresting. Sure, I could say it was a beautiful home, but I can’t go round with huge, round eyes, goggling at everything.