Rain drummed on the windshield, blurring my view of the heavy London traffic surrounding us. Thunder rumbled overhead, and a bit of lightning flashed in the distance. Typical. It would rain at the beginning of summer.
I closed my eyes and tried to tune out the hum of my father’s voice. He was going on about his about his job, completely oblivious to my inattention.
A couple horns went off behind us, and I winced at the sound. God, I hated traffic. I leaned my head against the window, enjoying the coolness on my face.
“Are you even listening?”
My father’s sharp voice suddenly snapped at me.
“Yes, of course.” I lied, my eyes still closed.
“So what do you think?”
“About what?” I asked through a yawn.
He exhaled in annoyance.
“A.Y.D. is organizing a concert tour to America this summer.” He spoke slowly, “I’ve just been chosen as the manager. We leave in a week, and I want you to come with me.”
I blinked at him, shocked.
My dad was a tour manager at A.Y.D. Tour and Event Production Company. Basically, he was always travelling around Europe managing concert tours for bands. But America? That was new. And I go with him?
“America.” I stated blankly, trying to make sense of it all.
“Yes.”
“And I’m going with you?” My voice raised an octave. I was beginning to panic. No way was I going.
“Yes.”
“What if I don’t want to go?” I asked desperately, even though I already had a feeling what his answer would be.
“You don’t have a choice actually.” He said simply. “Your mom and I have talked this out, and we both think that a change of scenery would do you some good. Especially with what you’ve been doing lately…”
I groaned internally. Arguing would be pointless now. It was time for “the talk.” I slouched back in my chair and glared out the window.
“Vandalizing a school… Drinking underage… stealing…” He said to himself darkly. “It’s something new every time.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Why do you do things like that? What were you thinking?” He hissed, his knuckles turning white as he clenched the steering wheel.
“Well I was thinking I wouldn’t get caught, to be honest.” I replied, smiling cheekily as his expression turned livid.
“Well, Emma,” he growled. “Things are going to change. This trip will be good for you. Maybe you’ll finally grow up.”
I glowered at him.
“But what the hell am I going to do in America?”
“I’ve got you a job. You’re going to be an assistant for our road manager, Jessica.”
“A job?” I asked with raised eyebrows. “An actual job?”
“Yes. More like an internship, actually. But I want you to take it seriously. The only reason you have this opportunity is because I convinced my boss that you’re an experienced, hard working and efficient worker.”
“So, basically, you lied.” I smirked at him with raised eyebrows.
“Emma,” He sighed irritably. “You are now 18 years old. It’s time that you stop acting irrational and learn how to be a responsible adult.”
“So you expect me to learn how to be a responsible adult from the man who lied to his superiors just to get his irrational daughter a job?” I asked amusedly.
“Fine. Yes, I did lie, but only because I expect you to live up to it. This job is your chance to turn your life around-”
“Do I get paid?” I interrupted, as the thought suddenly came into my mind.
“Well… yes, but not much.”
I smiled, seeing the whole thing in a new light. Even if it wasn’t a lot, I was still getting paid to go to concerts all around America.
I tried to remember the last concert I went to. I couldn’t. It was that good.
Now I was going to do that practically every night in another country. This was going to be fun.
“What band is it, by the way?” I asked excitedly. My dad raised his eyebrows at my change in mood.
“Well, they’re pretty popular now- you’ve probably heard of them-”
“Who?”
“They’re called One Direction.”
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A New Direction (A One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanficEmma Adams. The girl everyone was afraid of. The girl who lived by her own rules. The girl who didn’t care about anyone. The girl who suddenly finds herself on tour with one of the biggest boy bands in the world. Her tour- manager father hopes this...