I'm With The Band

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By the time we got off the plane and got to the hotel, everyone had designer bags under their eyes and talked in nothing but agitated grunts.

We fall into a line, walking two-by-two up to our rooms. Mila, on my left, looks like she could pass out at any second. Christian and Levi look like shit, Sebastian is somehow cracking jokes at this ungodly hour, and I wouldn't dare even look at Giovanni. Well, unless I want to die, ya know.

Mila and I head up to our room on the sixth floor, dragging our luggage behind us and walking a pace I've only seen in The Walking Dead. Our room, room 216 is only a couple doors down from the boys and I swear if they start practicing drums or staying up until five in the morning I'll get a new room on the opposite side of the hotel.

The hotel itself is one of the nicest places I've ever stayed at. I'll enjoy the scenery tomorrow when I can actually open my eyes. If our room is as nice as the rest of the hotel, I might have to consider moving in.

Welp- time for the big reveal!

Mila takes the room key from my hand and scans it on the sensor. A small green light lights up and Mila uses all her strength to push the doors open. I feel around for a light switch and flip it up when I find it, revealing a room I can only describe as heaven.

"Oh....my....god!" Mila covers her mouth with her hands, clearly ridden with shock.

The room itself was a light grey color, kinda like my room back home. In the middle of the room to the left are two king sized beds with white comforters and modern art pieces hang above the white bed frame. On the other side of the beds, on the wall you first see when looking into the room, is a pair of sliding glass doors leading out to a small balcony which overlooks the city. Holy crap this is beautiful.

I claim the bed near the window, throwing my stuff on top of it before Mila even moves from the doorway.

"You're gonna catch flies if you keep your mouth open any longer, Mils," I laugh at her. She snaps her mouth shut and closes the door behind her, trailing to the other bed.

We take turns in the bathroom suite showering and getting ready for bed before sitting on the plush cloud called the comforter and chatting for a bit.

"Are you nervous?"

I turn my head over to Mila who is staring at the ceiling, looking half awake. To be honest, I haven't really thought about it. Am I nervous? What is there to be nervous for? Oh, I don't know, maybe PERFORMING ORIGINAL SONGS IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE?

"No, not really," I reply nonchalantly, but in reality the likelihood of me throwing up before every time I go on stage is very high.

The thing about Mila is that if you're nervous, the she's nervous. It's her first time being away from home for more than a week at summer camp and I'd hate to see her as nervous as me for any reason at all. Just pretend it's 100% okay and then it is. Fake it 'til you make it, ya know?

"Me either," she replies. I imagine her smiling to herself but my eyelids are drooping so low that I could barely see any light shining through.

We silently agree that it's time to call it a night, you know, using our best friend telepathy, and I can feel myself drifting off to sleep when all of a sudden-

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

My eyes open and Mila shoots up out of bed, holding the covers up to her face?

"What was that?! Lilah, I'm not ready to die! I'm too young to go now! I have hopes and dreams and-"

"Mila shut up! It's probably just the neanderthals a couple doors down being idiots," I tell her, rolling my eyes. She visibly calms down but I can tell that she's still on edge.