I'm With The Band

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This week has flown by like no other. I filmed a video on Monday and informed my little virtual family that I'd be leaving for a while, which has surprisingly gotten a lot of positive feedback. Maybe while I'm gone I can film a tour diary or something with the band to spice up my content.

A knock echoes loudly from my doorway and I look up from my phone to see Mila standing at my door. Is it really time to go already?

"It's time." Mila's face is serious like Bella's face throughout the entirety of the Twilight series. I grin before jumping up from my spot on the floor, yanking my suitcase through the door and racing her down the stairs.

"Time to go on tour! Time to go on tour!" Mila and I sing as we trudge our stuff to the family room where my dad waits for us. We shove our many bags into the car and rush out the door to the airport.

I frown to myself as we pass the Walters' house on the way. I haven't seen Jax since my surprise dinner when he stormed out and every time I went over to his house his parents said he wasn't home. Maybe he was still mad? I'm not sure exactly what I've done, but I hope that things are okay between us. I'll call him again, or leave another voicemail probably, once we get off the plane.

The car ride to the airport consisted of Mila, my father, and I, singing along to the Spotify playlist with all of our favorite hits on it. Mila and I take turns strumming our air guitars to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and belting out Alicia Keys until we pulled up to the lot. My dad parked the car in a VIP spot that LA Records reserved for us near the front and we all file out, grabbing around four bags each to haul to the checking area.

Mila and I grab our tickets and take a VIP back entrance to the terminal, where Mila and I crash into our chairs, exhausted from our hard labor of carrying luggage around for thirty minutes. Dad goes up to the desk to ask about departure when I see a head of black and green hair towering above everyone.

"Oh my god I forgot I'd have to meet them! What do I do? What do I say!?" Mila whisper yells frantically. She takes out her ponytail and combs out her hair with her fingers before destroying her carry on looking for her bedazzled compact mirror that she never leaves the house without.

"Mila you're in idiot," I laugh. I open the pocket on the side of her Vera Bradley bag where she always keeps the mirror and hand it to her. "Just remember that they're human and try not to flirt too much. Don't be a creep and you'll be fine."

Mila does some of the calming breathing exercises that her therapist taught her and calms down as the boys approach us.

"Lilah! How's my little teddy bear doing on this fine day?" Sebastian runs up to me engulfing me in a hug and swinging me around like a child.

"Seb, put me down!" I giggle and beat on his back. He drops me to the floor and turns to Mila.

"And who might this fine young lady be?" Sebastian puts his hand out for her to shake but by the look on her face I wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly turned into a mannequin.

"This is Mila," I say taking her hand and putting it in Seb's. She snaps back into reality and shakes it with a firm grip, smiling. "She's my best friend and personal stylist and will be joining us on tour this year."

"Nice to meet you," she squeaks out. If only I had a camera to capture this moment. I swear I saw the librarian at school wear nail polish the color of her cheeks.

Sebastian goes on to talk to one of the other guys who accompanied them in. Probably some sort of body guard or something. Christian and Levi come over next, welcoming me with warm hugs and hellos and introducing themselves to Mila, who is definitely crushing on Levi. She's being surprisingly cool about all of this. She's found her chill and by the way the guys are laughing I bet the goofy side of Mila is coming through. I love that side.