life on tour//Jake kiszka

adventure awaits

"what about my job and my apartment!" You plead,"my visa won't stand for anything if I don't have a job!"
Trying to resolve all your problems Danny begins,"Calm Down it will be okay,just tell your manager that you'll finish your write up of this interview and that your going around the world to write-"
"Tell him you'll give him extracts of the book as you go and include us in it if you need to!",Interrupts jake.
"Okay but how long have I got to gather my things and sort out my life?"You question.
"Well we have a show tonight,so we'll come and pick you up from your apartment in the bus at 12am.",says Sam.
"well wish me luck",you giggle.

Feeling content you and the boys take in everything on the rest of your tour of the big Apple.You here every note of every song that's played and eventually you come up with a plan to leave with the boys. The biggest smile anyone has ever seen is painted across your face because you know everything is turning out how it should.
Laughing,under his breath josh mutters, "She's got a plan.Look at the concentration".
"I can hear you you know and yes in-fact I do have a plan",you declare.
"So what is it?"he questions.
"You'll just have to wait and see",you reply as you step out of the car parked precariously outside your apartment.
Gratefully you utter,"Thank you for showing me New York,I never realised how much of it there is and I promise I'll be ready by 12!"
"Goodbye,see you soon!",the boys erupt.

Over the moon you practically run up the stairs to your floor of the apartment block.Frantically you dig around in your pocket for your key, when suddenly you hear a voice come panting up the stairs.

"Have you got a secret long distance running gold medal you haven't told us about,how have you just run up those stairs?",sammy so out of breath struggles to even say a word.
"I'm a woman of many talents but running isn't one of them,I suppose its adrenaline. what are you doing here?"you ask.
Still not recovered from the stairs sam stammers "well w-we forgot to get your number and we'd have no way to tell you all the big plans."
"And you walked all he way up the stairs for me",you sarcastically joke then continue,"well here you go,all you've got to do now is keep your fingers crossed"

Leaning in for a hug,he finally whispers "fingers crossed",and although nothing even happened he smiles and takes the treck back down the stairwell.

Speechless you open your door, drop your bags and stare out through the window. You release a merry sigh and echo, "fingers crossed,fingers crossed,fingers crossed..."

Everyone in the world must have had their fingers crossed for you today;how could anything like this happen to a little british girl like you?
You needed all the luck you could get to tell your boss your big plan.Cautiously you reach for the phone, your hand shaking with nerves and excitement, dialling each number with care.
"Hello,manager of rolling stone speaking,can I help?",speaking almost robotically your manager denotes.
You begin,"Hi sir it's *insert name*-"

"Have you finished your write up already!You're looking that promotion dead in the eye aren't you." Excitedly your boss says.

"Not yet although I haven't got much to do but that's not actually what I wanted to talk about. After I left today I actually went on a tour around New York with Greta and we got to talking on what our dreams come were and it hit me. I've always wanted to write and you know this but I never wanted to work for someone. I loved travel as a teen and I always said I would travel the world to see new things and to a 19 year old a job offer in America was something I couldn't refuse. I thought this would open a whole new world for me and give me some independence but until today I hadn't even seen half of New York!What I'm trying to say is the boys offered me the chance to go around the world with them and travel write about the places we visit. So I took the offer because when I first arrived here you told me to never close any doors that are open for me."
"That's amazing I'm glad you took it a writer with your capability and creativity will fit right in! What's the problem you're having with yourself?" Outstanded your boss utters.
"Well see if I take this chance, I wouldn't be able to work for you meaning I wouldn't have a job and my visa would be taken off me and after the tour has ended I wouldn't be able to come back here.This is my home now and I couldn't bare to go back to England and waste another half a year waiting for a visa.So I thought what if I write about life on tour and what it's actually like for a band, giving you extracts each week?" You beg, so nervous that you'll be faced with disappointment your legs begin to buckle at the knees.

"Actually that's a fantastic idea but you know I can't finalise it.When do you have to leave?" He questions.
Holding back the tears you whimper,"It would have to be tonight.I know it's short notice but I've told you as soon as I could,they're preforming here tonight and said they'd pick me up straight after."
"Oh god really-well you better send me postcards because I'm not fighting for you for nothing! Forget about the chance we might not able to keep you on here but I'll do everything I can to make this happen because you'll never be given an opportunity to fulfil a dream like this again. Leave tonight and write everything that happens until I tell you that you've got a story because you deserve the opportunity.You better get packing because I can't imagine you have long, I wish you the best of luck." He says spirit-fully although he is reciting in from a book.
"Thank you so much you won't regret this,see you next year I hope!",you cry while tears of happiness stream down your rosey cheeks.

Quickly you pack your bags,only taking the essentials,cancel your apartment contract and grab a shower to end a great night while starting a new one.

It's 12:05pm.

Waiting anxiously for their arrival you stare at your phone praying for a message or a phone call, paranoid they've forgot you. Not taking any notice of the world you fumble around in your hand bag looking for everything and nothing.

"Surprise,were late!",shouts jake as josh,Sam and Danny stumble through the door.
"When are we not late",laughs Sammy as he grabs my bags with Danny, heaving them into the bus,"I'm guessing your big plan worked out just fine then?"
Starting a story that is bound to last at least 30 mins you begin."Welllll...not technically".
Smiling just because right at this moment in time you don't have a care in the world.The boys stare in awe at your calm and collected behaviour but you know nothing could spoil this perfect day,not even the fear of loosing your job.
This is the start of a new adventure.