Love's Not A Competion

What A Way To Make A Living

A.N: Hey lovely readers! Sorry I haven't posted a new chapter in a few days. I've had a rubbish week! Also, I'm going away next week to somewhere with no wifi so I won't be able to post but I promise I'll make up for it with some really juicy chapters.

Stay awesome my friends!

Charlie 😚

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The next morning we got up ridiculously early and drove about an hour to the farm where the festival was. I couldn't stay awake in the car cose it was so early.

"We're here!" Ricky chimed with excitement in the back seat like a child.

"What? Already?" I mumbled and wiped the dribble off my cheek with the back of my hand.

Ricky handed the officials our paper work out the window. After a bit of fussing around at a desk we were handed a large envelope of bracelets and lanyards that would be passes to wear and would let us into places. We were then directed to an area to park. From there we'd be given directions to where we'd be staying. In the back seat Ricky was sorting out the tangle of things from the envelope. We parked next to a car that I recognised as Whitey's. Whitey waved at us from the driver's seat of his car.

"Why does this say crew?" I asked when Ricky handed out the various things we'd need.

"I dunno, I think crew must have sounded more official than family." he shrugged. "You know what that means though?"

"That I should have brought my kit?" I asked.

"Even better, you have to carry my stuff!" he laughed.

"Sometimes I could almost hate you." I grumbled as we got out the car.

"Uncle Ricky!" a little girl screamed and ran into his arms.

"Hey! I almost didn't recognise you! You're a young lady now!" he laughed as he picked her up and cuddled her.

"Anna! Don't run off!" Whitey shouted from the car.

Oh, this must be Whitey's daughter!

"You're silly!" she giggled as Ricky tickled her and blew raspberries on her cheeks.

"I'm officially broody again." I told mum and nodded to Ricky and Anna being cute.

"Anna, this is my fiancée, Juliette, and her mum. Say hi." She waved shyly as he introduced us.

"Hi Anna! I've heard about you from your daddy. I love your wellies." I greeted her. "I'm guessing your favourite colour is pink?"

She giggled and nodded. She was wearing bright pink glittery Wellington boots with a puffy pink dress and striped tights. I was wearing almost as much pink as she was. I had pink tartan skinny jeans tucked into baby pink Wellingtons, a black slashed up top with a bright pink bra underneath and a black weather jacket. My mum had sighed and told me I looked like a punk rocker when I got dressed this morning. That was kind of the idea!

We took our bags to the yurt huts where we'd be staying the night. These places were posh!

"Wow, you did a good job getting these!" I grinned. "Look at the bed!"

I pulled him onto the big double bed. I'd been expecting two flimsy camp beds put together but this was a proper double bed!

"I wish we could stop to lie around but I've got to run off to do interviews and stuff." he sighed. "Do you want to come with? We're singing 9 To 5!"

"Oh, you know I can't say no to a bit of Dolly!" I laughed.

We headed to the tent where they'd be interviewed and then perform. A van was parked outside it as we all arrived with some burly men unloading equipment.