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December 13th, 2021

"Ow! Y/nnNNNNNN!"

"WhAt?!" I yelled, busily rummaging through my bag in search of my gum.

"My foots stuck!" Noah yelled from somewhere in the back of the plane.

I sighed. "Of course it is." Tossing my bag aside in defeat, I turned and headed towards Noah. He was sitting awkwardly on the floor, his foot wrenched between a chair and the magazine holder beneath it.

'How the fuck-'

"HeLp me!" He yelled, his voice cracking.

"Okay okay I will!" I snapped, bending down to examine his situation.

"YOU GUYS ARE LUCKY THIS IS A PRIVATE PLANE OR ELSE THIS WOULD BE REALLY AWKWARD!" Iris called from where she stood, busily shifting through the cooler.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Noah's ankle. "This might hurt but I don't really care if it does so suck it up," I said, yanking on his foot.

Noah let out a high pitched scream before pulling his foot to his chest and rocking back and forth. He glared at me. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

I shrugged. "Its fast and efficient." I gestured to his foot. "You're free, aren't you?"

The click of the intercom coming on interrupted our conversation. 'Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching our destination! Please sit down and fasten your seatbelts and prepare for decent.'

I helped Noah up and we went back to our seats, followed closely by Iris. As soon as I buckled in, I felt that sickening, weightless, dropping feeling in the pit of my stomach as the plane neared the ground. I'm afraid of heights so I get very nervous on planes and this feeling wasn't helping. I grabbed Noah's hand and squeezed without even realizing.

It was over within minutes, and the next thing I heard was 'Welcome to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! Thank you for flying private!'

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The tour bus sped down the road at an unsettling speed. We were running a little behind schedule and were trying really hard to make it to the convention center on time.

The bus rounded the corner and the building came into sight. We all cheered.

I could already see a long line of fans outside the door. There was so many of them and I couldn't help but feel intimidated. What if I screw up?

"Y/n! Come on, we have to get off the bus," Noah called, snapping me out of my thoughts. He grabbed my hand and together we ran off the bus and into the building.

We were greeted by several security guards who checked our IDs before handing us tags and leading us in. After taking several turns down a long, twisting hallway, we reached large metal double doors with the words 'BACKSTAGE ENTRANCE' plastered above them. The guards opened the doors and we rushed in. The floor of the stage was black, and there were black curtains forming a hallway that led us into an open space. We were hidden from the audience by a large temporary wall.