I sat down on the hotel bed, reluctant to move, not knowing what to do with myself. I had made it, I was in Vancouver, thousands of miles away from home. My gut twinged with the slight ache of homesickness and also, possibly, hunger. I was ready to find the buffet, but, all the other extras and minor characters that don't live around here would be somewhere in this hotel too, I wasn't ready to meet them.
I made the quick decision that if I made myself look slightly more presentable I would hopefully gain the courage to hunt down the buffet. I first plaited my hair neatly down my back so it was no longer a bush piled on top of my head and then quickly applied a slick layer of mascara and eyeliner, brightening my eyes so I looked less tired. Now feeling better about myself I cautiously opened the door after sliding the key card into my pocket. There was no one in the hall and I let out a small breath of relief before quickly scurrying away quietly down the hall and to the lifts.
Having made it back to the lobby unscathed, I still felt out of place but I kept my head down and avoided all eye contact. I soon found the buffet and put a small amount of food on my plate feeling self conscious about how much I ate around these strangers. It was 10am in Vancouver when I arrived so now they were in full swing of lunch and the room was largely busy so it was difficult for me to find a table, instead I opted for placing my food in a take-away container and hurrying back up to my room with it where I could eat it peacefully and begin to get ready by taking a nap before I dress.
I ate my food in the space of about 5 minutes and strongly regretted not getting more. 'Next time' I promised myself. I then changed into my comfiest pyjamas and found that sleep came quite easily this time ,surprisingly. I must have been way more tired than I realised. When I woke up I had managed to whisk away most of the day with it now being 6pm and the party starting at 8. I decided that panicking would get me nowhere and I calmly climbed out of bed and debated whether a shower was necessary. I decided that having been on a plane meant I probably should but chose not to shave as I had done it last night and the hair had not really started to come back through yet, not noticeably anyway. It took me a total of 10 minutes to shower and another 30 to dry. I had to leave the hotel at 7:30 to arrive in time and therefore I only had 50 minutes remaining to curl my hair, apply makeup and get dressed I was running low on time.
I curled my hair neatly and in record time, only taking 10 minutes. My makeup however took 20 minutes but it was okay because it would take seconds to dress. My dress was a navy blue colour that tucked in tightly at the waist and puffed out at the skirt giving me a surprisingly nice hourglass figure. I accompanied it with a small silver necklace and some black heels and felt ready to go with 10 minutes to spare. I put my keycard and my money in a small bag I had purchased many years ago and headed down to the lobby to wait for my taxi.
My driver for the week was early and it was the same one who had picked me up from the airport. For some reason this soothed me and I felt slightly more confident when he smiled at me and said 'You look lovely this evening Amy' politely. I thanked him and was impressed by how much of a gentlemen he was before he helped me into the taxi and we drove the 30 minutes to the venue.
On arrival I was taken aback, the place was beautiful there was a buffet table laden with food and pretty fairy light everywhere, around the edge of the room and around the table. There were a few tables and many chairs all with crisp table cloths on them and even though I looked the part I once again felt very out of place. I suck at mingling with strangers and am not prepared for this at all. I had arrived early and there were only 3 other people in the room. A boy and a girl stood together, with a glass in their hand each that looked like champagne or something else fancy, talking quietly together and a boy stood alone in the corner looking as awkward as I felt. It didn't take me long to find the champagne and I soon took a glass. I'm not a big fan of it but I felt more confident and sophisticated just holding it and therefore accepted that it was worth it.
After a few minutes the boy and girl who clearly had the most confidence in the room came up to me. I went red immediately and tried to hide behind my hair. How can I be so confident on a screen and so awkward in reality? It really doesn't add up.
Sorry this took literally forever guys, I suck ik and my excuse this time isssss....
I had exams :L sorrysorrysorry i'll try much harder... i think.
Unedited also so sorry for grammer and stuff!
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