Plane rides suck. that’s all I can say. The over ten hour plane ride had me stuck in between a whiney kid and a very talkative old lady. I must say sitting next to a sleepy person would have been better, and yet when they did finally sleep I was stuck as an annoyed pillow. So, what I am getting across is that along with the disgusting airplane food, my flight was sleepless.
So the fact that I landed and the only thing I saw was bustling people, I knew it would be a little harder to find the person that they had sent to pick me up. So, I went to find my two luggage bags while carrying my heavy carry-on bag, Danielle was insistent on pack all five boys a gift from her, all wrapped and labeled. I was playing a mule and it just added to my over tiredness and slight anger.
Looking at my feelings, I decided to just take a deep breath and calm myself down, not wanting to loose control on anyone that I was bound to meet tonight. But, I gladly walked towards the people holding signs. Reading them all till I saw my own. Dancer Ariel. I chuckled and walked over to the man, smiling at him. His big bulky body and tanned skin stood out, especially next to all the small people; obviously he was a body guard.
His answer was to smile back as he stuck his hand out for me to shake, I chuckled slightly and gave him a firm handshake. “Hello, I’m Ariel, the dancer.”
“Hello Ariel; I am Paul, the boys main bodyguard. Here, I’ll take your suitcases.” I thanked him as he took my over packed luggage and followed him out of the over packed, crisp white, noisy airport towards a black SUV. Sticking my stuff into the trunk he motioned me to get into the back as Paul himself went into the passenger seat.
I climbed into the back and sat on the overstuffed seat, feeling exhaustion come over me. I sighed and leaned back into the seat for the remainder of the ride, whishing that some sleep is in my future which is looking very likely.
As we pulled up to the hotel I was greeted by fan girls standing outside holding a mixture of signs, but they have one thing in common. One Direction.
I wasn’t surprised, I have seen fans do this before but I have never seen so many hormonal teenage girls in on place, outside of a concert of course. So, in this situation I was calm about it, which was unusual for me around a lot of people that I don’t know.
I watched out the window as the car got closer, and went around the back alley. I could understand, fans can be obsessive and this would be for my own safety. As a dancer for popular people I was quite used to it. So when Paul got out and around to get my bags I followed him to the door as the driver stayed in the car, most likely parking the car somewhere else.
Following, we went in through a door you would never notice, into a grand hotel reception area. The high ceilings and marble floor showed just how expensive the place was. I watched closely as Paul went to receive my room key, leaving me with the bags.
Coming back after a few words he talked to me again, something he hasn’t done since the airport. “You will be roomed with Monica, a dancer for Big Time Rush. I’ll bring you there but she is still at practice as is everyone else. The girls will be back sooner than the boys because the boys have interviews and other promotional needs. So, get some sleep as you look ready to drop. If you need anything just call me.” I nodded as he handed me a card with his number on it.
Getting that I understood he headed towards the elevator with my luggage, as I should I followed him ready to just get into some kind of bed…
Ok, I know I have seemed to have died, but don't worry. My blood is pumping and brain functioning. I also know that this is short but that was the part, the next one when I write it will be her meeting the girls :) so I will work on that. Again, vote and comment and remeber that I Wish is in the Watty Awards if I get anywhere in it. I am so grateful for you all reading and I will work on my other stories and try to make my own, a non-fanfiction. But I have a lot of planning before I do that. So, I shall leave you to do what you want to do and I ask that you say if I have any flow problems or any other mistakes, it will help me become a better writer and I will be happy to recive it.
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