**July- Leila’s POV**
“Thank you for flying United, enjoy your time in New York City!” The flight attendants overly perky voice filled the plane as we walked single file down the middle aisle.
It was official- tonight was the night I performed with All Time Low…again.
Funny story about that though, they don’t know I’m even in NYC, let along performing with them.
A few months back when I was in NYC I received a call from Matt, their tour manager, asking me to come back and sing a song with them on their summer tour. My first reaction was no, but after hearing the song I would be singing with them, it was an opportunity I wouldn’t dream of passing up. The song I was singing with them was the song that inspired me to move on and do my own thing without them.
After going back to Utah, working out my tour schedule, Matt and I came up with one weekend that I was free, which was this weekend. And of course I would be performing at their largest show on tour. Go figure.
So here I am, in the Big Apple yet again, going to see the people that I hadn’t talked to in God knows how long.
Jake and I made our way to baggage claim, winding our way through the thousands of people in LaGuardia.
“So, tonight is your big night.” Jake said, glancing over at me.
“Yup.” I replied back. “Can’t wait.”
“Oh come on, you know you’re going to have fun. These are the people who kick started your career! Now look where you are! We’re going to fucking Europe next year on YOUR tour. If it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be here right now.” He told me, pulling his bag off the luggage line.
“Face it, you know I’m right.”
I looked over at him and stared at him for a second before speaking up. “You know if it weren’t for your English accent, girls wouldn’t find you attractive at all.” I told him.
“That has nothing to do with what we are talking about, stop changing the subject.” He said before cracking an arrogant smile. “And girls would love me no matter what accent I have, I’m basically a god.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” I laughed as I pulled my bag off the line. “But really though, tonight is not going to be fun. What happens if I get on stage and they just stop singing because they’re horrified that I’m even there? Then I’m going to be the one who looks like the idiot.”
Jake shook his head. “You and I both know that isn’t going to happen Leila. You need to stop psyching yourself out! Everything is going to work out fine.”
I sighed and just shook my head. I knew Jake was right, nothing bad was going to come out of this, but I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering.
What if the guys didn’t want me on stage with them? What if I sounded bad? What if I got up there and froze when I saw them.
My over thinking came to a halt when I saw Alex Grieco standing at the doors, holding a sign that said ‘looking for random hot blonde to come home with me. And maybe an English guy too, I’m not picky.’
I laughed and ran toward him, pulling him into a hug. “Grieco!” I yelled as he hugged me back.
“I figured since I dropped you off at the airport, I might as well be the one to pick you back up.” He said, pulling back to look at me. “It only seemed fitting.” He said, and I smiled.
“It was very fitting.” I told him, pulling him into another hug.
He laughed. “Jeez, someone’s touchy feely!” I pulled back again and continued laughing.
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Hayran KurguCOMPLETED: When Leila enters a singing contest put on by RCA Records, she never thought that she would actually win. Her prize? A recording contract with RCA Records, and the opportunity for her and her best friend Audrey to go on tour with their f...
