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I put the last few clothes in my bag. We're leaving tomorrow, at 6 am, and then we won't be home until we finished the show. We haven't talkee a lot with Mike, since he's already in Londen, but we organised it that Alex will go to his house and take some more clothes for him so we're sure we have enough.
Since they're his best friend he'll get in easily, or well, easier than me or Day. They've never seen us before, and they probably won't let in some stranger, let alone one with bright red hair.
I close the bag and put it down in the corner of my room, before going downstairs and telling my mother I'm going to sleep so I'll be rested a little before we leave tomorrow.
I go to my room again, put my slow playlist on and start changing into some pj's. Last thing I do is write down some lyrics, this time from Paint your Wings, by All Time Low. 'When will the princess realize she ain't worth saving?' I don't know if I'm worth it to be in this band, so it's kind of accurate.
It's been stuck in my mind now for a while, and I kind of like it. I draw a crown next to it and then I put down the chalk. I fall onto my bed and pull the covers on top of me.
I'll definitely miss my bed.
I fall asleep to the soft and slow melodies of Amnesia and You & I.
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Groaning I wake up at 5 am. I sit up and look around the room. Then I start to change into some comfy jeans and a red hoodie. I fold my pj's and put them in the bag. Then I take everything downstairs, where I grab some toast and a cup of tea for breakfast.
I quickly eat my breakfast so I can walk to school instead of running with a suitcase. That doesn't seem like too much of a good idea.
I put my plate and mug in the sink and then I grab my suitcase, looking at the kitchen one last time. I won't be here for at least a week now and no matter how much I annoy myself at my mom, I'll probably be homesick.
Luckily I have my best friends there. I sigh and then I turn around, closing the door and locking it behind me.
I walk the familiar route, taking my sweet time. When I get to the school, I see multiple figures standing there. One with a blue hoodie, one with a purple one, one with black. I run the last few metres, my suitcase bumping on the bumpy stones that form the street to our school.
"Emely!" Alex turns around and hugs me.
"We already put everything in the back of the van, only your suitcase and then we're going to London!" Day tells me, smiling brightly.
Mister Nickson is standing behind them, smiling. "Put your stuff in the truck, we gotta go if we want to be there by nine." He says, nodding to the black van beside them.
I carry my suitcase over there, and mister Nickson gets in the front, starting it. Day sits next to him, and me and Alex get in the backseat.
Day connects a playlist to the radio. "I made a playlist with songs we could play on the show, and the songs we already played. I leaned more towards rock than pop, but we can always switch to pop. Most artists do nowadays anyway so it's not really a big deal."
"Sounds good. Put it on." I nod to the device in her hands. She taps on the play button, and the first notes of Boulevard of Broken Dreams bust trough the van. I sing along, Alex drums with his hands on Day's seat. Mister Nickson sings background vocals, together with Day.
I smile. These are going to be a good few weeks.
We spend the entire ride like that, singing along to songs we know, and listening to the ones we don't. Playing air instruments, like the guitar, keyboard or even trumpet.
