Atlantic

Part One

The voice of the captain speaking through the low quality microphone woke me up from my sleep and I groaned, rubbing my eyes before securing the seat belt on my chair. I didn't tell many people, but I had a fear of flying, which was stupid and I had to overcome it quickly considering I had to go from different locations quickly so often. I basically lived on planes now. I yawned, stretching my arms in order to wake myself up and accidentally hitting my assistant Tamra in the face with my hand. She grumbled something at me as she rubbed her cheek but I just rolled my eyes, bringing my phone out of my pocket. "You haven't talked the whole journey," Tamra said as she checked her own phone, stealing a glance over at me. I shrugged, not looking at her and trying to concentrate on the words on my screen. "There's not much to say, is there?" I put my earphones in and closed my eyes, sitting back in the seat and letting the Childish Galimbo song ring through my ears. My moment of tranquility was interrupted as the left earphone was ripped out of my ear and I looked over at Tamra who was glaring at me. "Why have you been such a bitch lately, Katy? Everyone has noticed and nobody is finding it nice." I rolled my eyes, pausing the song so I didn't miss my favourite part. "It's not meant to be nice," I said as I put  my Ray Bans on, moving my hair out of my face. "It's just the way I am now. If you don't like it, I won't mind not signing your paychecks." Tamra shook her head, biting her lip to stop herself from saying something she would regret. I gave her a triumphant smirk, putting my earphone back in and unpausing my music.

"There's a lot of paparazzi and fans outside, so hold onto my arm and don't let go." I nodded, pushing my Ray Bans up the bridge of my nose before wrapping my arm around my bodyguard Jack's arm and took a deep breath, hearing the screams outside of the car. I had only been to Ireland a couple of times, but it had never been this nerve-wrecking. We got out of the car and I clung to Jack, looking down at the ground. I felt people pulling at me and cameras in my face so I reached for my phone to distract myself, but the crowd managed to knock it out of my hand. I mumbled to myself as I slipped my hand out of Jack's to pick it up, but when I stood up again he was gone - my whole team was. I was engulfed in the sea of people around me and I felt the size of a mouse as they bombarded me, so I ran into the building that was beside me, closing the door behind me. My heartbeat was in my ears and tears were threatening to stream down my face, but I took a deep breath to hold myself together. I looked down at my phone intending to call Tamra when I saw the state it was in - the crowd had stomped on it and it was completely smashed, it wouldn't even turn on. "I'm so fucked," I said to myself.

The crowd eventually died down and I stepped outside again, pulling the hood of my jacket over my head and securing my sunglasses. I didn't want to ever have a repeat of what happened. I gulped as I tried to remember where Tamra said we were staying, but everywhere looked the same. I was in the middle of Dublin by myself with a purse of dollars and Chanel perfume. I doubted either would get me much. I walked around the city for a while, becoming more and more frustrated as I got deeper into the busy streets. How could they just leave me? What were they supposed to do without me? Their whole job was to make sure I was okay! I sighed in relief as I saw a taxi and climbed into the back of it, sliding my hood down. "Thank god, my feet are killing me. Uh...Take me to..." I realized I didn't know any details of where I was staying or where I would be performing while I was in Dublin. I probably should have listened on the plane as Tamra told me. "Miss? Where would you like to go?" The man said as he looked in the rearview mirror at me, his thick accent coming through. I smirked to myself as I thought of the idea of how worried they would all be. They would probably think they would lose their jobs and there would be tons of news articles about me. I could imagine it: World Pop Sensation Katy Perry Tragically Lost in Ireland. It would make primetime news for sure. "Take me to a Bed and Breakfast. Make sure it's at least four stars." He nodded and we began driving. I was pretty sure I could hear him mumble "Typical Americans" under his breath, but I decided to ignore it.