“Leila?” I heard a familiar voice say from the side of the stage. My eyes went wide, and I turned my head to see my brother standing there, eyes just as wide as mine.
“Mason?” I practically yelled, running over to him and throwing my arms around him. “What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling back so I could look at him in the face.
“I’ve been touring with the guys for the few months I had off of work in Paris, didn’t you get my letter?” He asked.
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t been home in months, and I got a new phone. I’ve been in the studio, and touring, and now I’m here surprising the guys.” I told him.
“Wait, the guys don’t know you’re coming either?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“Well you better run then, because I went out to lunch with them, so they’re here.” I said, and my eyes went wide.
“Uh Grieco, we have to go!” I yelled, tossing my mic to Mason and running towards the right side of the stage, Jake jumping up on the stage and following close behind me.
“Front of the venue to the car!” Grieco yelled back at me, and I tried replying back, but I was too focused on staying hidden to get a sound out.
Grieco burst out the front door of the venue, throwing open the side door of the car before going around the front to the driver’s seat. Jake and I climbed into the car and slammed the door just as Grieco sped away, getting lost in the sea of NYC traffic.
“They came back sooner than I thought they would.” Grieco said as he tried to catch his breath.
“Ya think! What happened to us having plenty of time to rehearse?” I asked, leaning all the way back in my seat and breathing deeply to regain my composure.
“I thought you would have plenty of time! They’re guys, they usually take a long time to eat!” Grieco said.
“And why did nobody tell me that Mason was on tour?” I asked as Grieco made a sharp left turn, practically throwing me into the floor of the SUV.
“We thought you knew. We knew he sent you a letter about it, and we thought you got it. We didn’t tell him you were coming because we wanted it to be just as big of a surprise to him as it was the guys.” Grieco explained.
“Well at least the guys didn’t see me. I’d rather have Mason see me than them.” I said, looking out the window at all the buildings.
Grieco make his way around the busy NYC streets, weaving in and out of traffic, taking sharp turns, and finally landing us at the Four Seasons we were staying at.
“Well here we are, home sweet home for the next 24 hours.” Grieco said, pulling up to the valet and getting out of the car.
Jake and I followed suit, getting out of the car and going to get our luggage out of the back. Grieco tossed the keys to the valet, then handed him a $20.
We walked into the lobby of the Four Seasons, completely skipping the front desk and heading straight for the elevator.
“Don’t we need to check in?” I asked Grieco.
“No, this is where we are staying too, so we already got your room for you.” He explained.
“Didn’t the guys notice how you got an extra set of room keys?” I asked.
Grieco shook his head. “No, they aren’t that observant.” He said with a chuckle.
The three of us piled into the elevator with our luggage, and Grieco clicked the number 14 on the mirrored gold panel on the side of the elevator.
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Make It A Sweet, Sweet Goodbye
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...
