The Story of Steps

Steps on Vacation

Faye:

With a wide smile we all walk across the streets together, enjoying the freetime. Much to our amusement, our film crew drove to the wrong studio and so there's time for us to explore the city a bit. Since we know that us going sightseeing usually ends in arguments, we decided to rather walk past several shops and buy souvenirs and simply watch the fantastic buildings while walking.

"Sh, look!" Lisa smiles. "You see that shop? They sell such nice stuff, come on!" she chirps, taking me by the hands to take me over to this shop - completely ignoring the others who are currently looking through a menu card for ice-cream and sweets. Lisa and me walk into that shop with a curious expression, looking at what they offer here. Compared to that souvenir shop in Cannes, it sells plenty of normal stuff like clothes or shoes. Shoes with the flag of America or - and I can't believe it - even dance shoes! "Faye, look!" Lisa says, taking a pair of dance shoes from its place. 

"We need to buy them!" I say with a grin. "For dance rehearsals. Imagine the other's expressions! We should buy them for certain." 

With a bright smile, Lisa looks through her pocket to search for the money, taking her shoes from the chair she putted them on while I stare at the shoes I choose in fascination. "You know what?" Lisa asks as we walk towards the cashier. "We should wear them when we go to a bar as well. They're made for dancing. At the dance studio I took lessons before joining the band we used to wear similar shoes and- oh, thank you." she says with a smile at the cashier. I hand over the other shoes, watching as he takes our money and puts our stuff into a proper pocket. 

"There you go and enjoy your time in Florida, girls!" he chirps. 

Lisa and me both giggle all girly as we take our stuff and walk out of the shop - met with the others, including Pete, looking at us rather angry as they approach us. "For real?" Pete shouts, making a few people look at him in confusion because of him snapping at us. "Faye, Lisa - could you please not walk off in a foreign city again?" 

"Sorry, but we needed to buy something." Lisa defends us.

"Me too." H announces, pointing at the sweets he bought. "Don't worry, I bought something for all of us. So we can sit together in our hotel suite later on, watch movies and enjoy these sweets."

"Well, could you tell your bandmates that they can't just walk off like that? Especially because I already told them previously when we were in Italy or in Marbella. Is this like habit like Faye changing her hairstyle?"

"Seems likely." Lisa answers, not seeming like she was listening at all as she takes the dance shoes to show them to our fellow bandmates. "Look, Faye and me needed to buy these. Don't they look absolutely fantastic?"

"Dance shoes?" Claire asks, wrinkling her nose as she puts down her sunglasses again. "Really?"

"Really!" I shout happily. "No need for that face, sorry for walking off, oh my."

She pulls a face at me before deciding to walk closer to H instead of discussing with us any further. Meanwhile, Pete spends his time with scolding Lisa and me and saying how confused he was when he approached the others and they were standing at a shop without us. Lisa and me exchange a grin, deciding not to say anything else and allow him to simply scold us. "Sometimes I really loose my temper with you all. But especially with you." he says while pointing at the both of us. Well, true that it's mostly Lisa and me who use to walk off in a foreign city; sometimes also with H. After a while of snapping, Pete exhales and looks back at us again. "Okay, girls. Sorry for being so harsh but you know that I'm not fond you walking off somewhere. This time you know the language but do you know where our hotel is?"