Chapter 19

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"Alright, we have a fifteen minute drive ahead of us, and I need to explain this to you as quick as I can," Kyle started the second after we started driving. 

"Alright," I agreed, channelling my focus and attention onto Kyle. "Shoot."

"Okay, so, people know you're leaving for your tour today, and it's likely there are going to be some fans at both airports, and potentially some paparazzi too," he started, and already my mouth was agape. 

"Paparazzi? Why the hell will I have paparazzi?"

"Sophie, I really don't think you understand how famous you've gotten. The increase in listeners, followers on your social media, streams on your album...you've shot up!"

"Alright, but I still didn't think it was that much, wow," I said, leaning back in my seat in surprise. 

"I promise you can be star struck about that piece of information later, but for right now you've still got a lot more information to process, so listen carefully, alright?"

"Okay, sorry yeah. Continue."

"There will be paparazzi there. Let them take pictures, but it's best if you don't answer any questions. We don't want anything getting mixed up that could potentially tank the tour. Secondly, if you feel overwhelmed, let one of your security team know. They're waiting at the airport, I'll introduce you all when we get there. Next, you will be flying via private jet, all expenses paid for by RecordX. When we land in Italy, we're taking you straight to your hotel. Security will be outside your door, and Andrea will be there with you staying next door, she flew out yesterday."

"Andrea's touring with us?" I ask, perking up from excitement. 

"Yes she is! And me, and Andy and Joe too. He's working production each venue," he continued. "And now for the news you'll probably enjoy the most - Fred is going to be your chauffeur the whole tour. If you need to go anywhere, Fred will be around to take you there. He also has two colleagues that can fill in if he's not available -"

"-but I will be available," Fred chimed in, making us all laugh. 

"Yes, okay good. Now for the actual tour schedule. Let me talk you through our travel plans, okay? First stop is Rome in Italy, then we head off to Bologna. After that we fly to Spain and you perform in Madrid. We have a rest day in Spain before heading off to Lisbon, Portugal. No rest day in Portugal, we fly to France straight after the concert, to perform in Paris the next day. You get a full rest day after the concert, though. The day after that we travel to Germany where you perform in Munich. We fly early the next day to Prague in Czech Republic, and then after the concert in Czech we fly to Poland where you'll perform in Krakow. With me so far?"

"Not really, but I'm glad you know what you're doing. Continue anyway," I said, trying to take in at least some of what he was saying. 

"So from Poland we fly to Norway, but you have a rest day in Oslo, and perform the next night. Then we fly to Sweden for you to perform in Stockholm, and then we fly to Denmark. You fly to Belgium the next day to perform in Antwerp, and then again the next day we fly back to the UK. You get two days of rest then, and then perform in Birmingham. We travel up back to Manchester for a day, and then up to Glasgow the day after. Unfortunately, no time for rest days because you're off to Sheffield and then Dublin, but after Dublin we fly over to London, where you get a whole rest day, so it'll give you a chance to see some of your friends and family again, which will be nice."

"At least I get to see them in between, that's good," I mutter, still trying my best to follow along. 

"After London, we fly out to Amsterdam, and then Vienna the next day. We go back to Germany, this time performing in Cologne, and then straight off to Hungary to perform in Budapest. You have a rest day - well, rest night because the flight is a long one, from Hungary to Russia. After the Russia show you have one last show in Berlin, Germany and then back to London for the last show of the tour," he finished, taking a deep breathe. 

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