Idol (An Ed Sheeran Fanfic)

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Holy shit, it's so hot here! I knew it was summer in Australia, but I didn't realize it was so hot! Ed only offered me the spot on tour a few days ago, so I had to get home, and book the ticket as soon as possible. Our show is tomorrow! He texted me and said that he arranged a car to come and pick me up at the airport; air conditioning sounded amazing right now.

I just got through customs and got my visa, and now I'm waiting for my bags to show up on the luggage-claim belt. There were tourists in t-shirts from lot of different Asian countries (mostly Thailand for some reason) all around. Though it was mostly tourists, there were a few businessmen and who looked like locals. Honestly, I felt like such a hippie standing there with my guitar case and American passport in hand; I'm the musician come to tour here. What if some of these people are coming to tour show?

Finally, my blue suitcase rounded the corner of the carousel and I grabbed it urgently. I want to get out of here so badly! After I figured out how to walk with my guitar case in one hand, and rolling my suitcase with the other, I walked through the final customs inspections area (are there really this many in America?) and onto the concourse.

There were coffee shops, tourist information booths, and places to buy a SIM card for your phone. To one side there was a group of people in fancy uniforms holding signs for hotels, and next to them was a group holding people's names on handwritten signs.

I've always fantasized about having a guy stand there with my name on a sign and I run up to him; a girl shouldn't watch Love Actually! I snapped out of my daydream when I did actually see my name on one of the signs. Who was here to see me? Probably just some guy that works for Ed. As I got closer, I saw it was just an older, bald man with kakis on-that's why that is only in movies.

"Are you Cassidy Collins?" The man asked as I approached him, and I nodded in response. He had a thick what I think is Australian accent. "Okay, the car is right over here. We've made arrangements for you at a hotel and your show is tomorrow." He sounds annoyed for some reason, but I follow him through the automatic doors out to a black SUV that's parked right outside.

He takes my suitcase and guitar and puts it in the trunk, telling me to get into the car. As I open the door, my heart jumps, hoping that Ed's there waiting for me, but of course he isn't. How could I be so naïve? He's got stuff to do, he can't just sit around and wait for me. I sigh and settle into the backseat, while the driver walks around the side of the car and gets into the driver's seat.

"The hotel is about fifteen minutes away," he tells me and starts the ignition. I lean my head against the headrest and slouch down. Wow, I'm so tired. When I was on the plane, I was fine and slept a little bit, but the more than twelve hour time difference is hitting me like a ton of bricks. I was already sticking to the leather seats of the car and all I want to do is take a shower and go to sleep.

It's okay if I just close my eyes for a second, right? Maybe that will refresh me. My eyelids got heavy, and I let them close.

"We're here," the driver pronounced and my eyes quickly shot open. "Sorry about the traffic, I didn't expect there to be any."

"It's okay, I fell asleep," I yawned and stretched my arms.

The driver chuckled, and asked, "I heard you came from America, there is a huge time difference, right? You'll feel a lot better after a nap."

"Thanks, I've never traveled this far," I blushed and he got out of the car and got my bags. Great, I have to move now. Slowly, I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. The driver was standing there with my bags in his hand.

"Go take a nap! My name's John and I'll be your driver while you're in Perth," he handed me my baggage and smiled. I guess he wasn't as bad as I thought he was at first. "I was told that Ed's team is having a dinner at six tonight and they want you there, that's in two hours."