Chapter 1: Canada
1154 Words
*Chloe POV*
I looked out the window of the large five-bedroom apartment; watching the water droplets scatter once they hit the glass, but jumped when Charleigh yelled, "CHLOE HURRY UP!!!"
"I" M COMING!" I shouted as I walked out the door to my room. I wouldn't be able to be in my house, my room for the next five months.
I walked down the stairs and turned to my left to see an impatient Charleigh next to a calm Sadie holding their luggage.
"You ready?" Sadie said softly.
"No, how can anyone be ready to leave their country, their home?" I said sharply. It was just in my nature to argue, I got that trait from my mother.
"No time to argue, Rowan, Wren, and Micah are waiting in the SUV and we only have forty-five minutes to catch our flight." The responsible and motherly Charleigh butted in to stop her 'kids' from fighting.
The three of us made our way to the door and into the car where Micah, Wren, and Rowan were. The Cadillac had five rows of tight seats. We could have gotten a vehicle with more space, but we all needed our own row to relax and lie down.
Micah was in the passenger seat and our driver was getting ready to pull out. Micah was our manager and Charleigh's long term boyfriend. He was a young man, (quite handsome too) who had light brown eyes and dark brown hair. He was only five years senior to Charleigh so he was twenty-six.
"Off to the Edinburgh Airport and then Canada!!!" Micah shouted like a four-year-old, excited to leave Scotland for the first time. He then turned around and saw my sulking face and said, "What's wrong Chlo?"
"I just don't know how we are all okay with leaving our home and families." I sighed.
"It's not like we're leaving forever," Rowan said playfully.
"Stop antagonizing Row," Charleigh said.
Other than those for sentences, the car ride was silent. But, when we got to the airport, our whole aura changed. The bustling airport probably had fans, or paparazzi's dying to take a picture of their favorite band. So, we all masked up and put on our hoods. We had bodyguards waiting at the airport, so they escorted us to the door. Once the civilians saw five women with the same heights, hair color, and fashion styles as the girls from 27 Seconds to Scotland, and then five 6'5 foot tall men following them, they knew something was up. People started crowding around us with their phones out saying "Chloe! Look here!" and "WREN, I LOVE YOU!!!"
We eventually made it to security and were good to go. We hopped on a plane and the next eleven hours flew by in first class. As usual, I slept most of the time. I was nice and energized, but my bandmates and Micah looked dead. I always sleep great on planes, I don't know why. Maybe it's the steady vibration or the soft humming.
The next hour after we got away from the airport was awkward. The six of us all crammed into one SUV for an hour. It was horrible, Micah wasn't playful, Charleigh was somewhat grumpy, Wren was sleeping with her head on my shoulder, Sadie was reading a book on her phone, and Rowan was looking outside. The quietness of us and what seemed to be the loudness of the radio clashed together eerily.
The SUV pulled up to the door of the chosen hotel. We went to the check-in and got the keys to our rooms, Micah and Charleigh shared one, Sadie and Wren shared, and then Rowan and I shared a room. We of course gave a room to Micah and Charlotte, but sadly their room was in the middle of the three so both rooms heard their "playing." I hardly slept that night, I'm probably going to have f*****g nightmares for the rest of my life.
The next morning, we all went and got some breakfast at a restaurant. I got pancakes with bacon, Micah and Sadie got an omelet. Lastly, Wren and Charleigh got waffles. After our food came, we all sat and talked.
"So, you and Charleigh had fun last night?" Wren smirked and Micah.
Micah blushed and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Maybe we should give you guys separate rooms in Las Vegas." Rowan nudged Charleigh.
"Well, by the way, Charleigh walked out of their room this morning her v****a could use a rest." I chirped in then Wren, Sadie, and Rowan laughed while Micah and Charleigh blushed.
Demetri (our bodyguard), escorted us out to our car where people were crowding around. "Did you enjoy your breakfast Ms. Kennedy, Ms. Sallows, Ms. Renee, Ms. MacGavin, Ms. Adams, and Mr. Kinnsley?"
"Yes, thank you for asking Demetri. And as many times as I tell you please call us by our first names!" I exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Ms. Kenn- Chloe," He corrected himself. "It's out of habit. My apologies." Demetri cringed as he said my name. Anyone who was in a mile radius could see how uncomfortable he was calling me, Chloe.
We all filed in the car to head back to the hotel to get some rest. This was only the beginning of the tour and another five months of having a concert every three days. Even if you missed an hour of sleep from your normal schedule; your entire month could be thrown off.
Once we got back to the hotel we all slept; including Micah and Charleigh thankfully. The next morning, we all got up and went to the stadium. We drove around back and already saw people lining up outside of the door we will exit later tonight. I have no idea how people stand for almost sixteen hours; without using a bathroom.
We got out and people started cheering. Micah got out like a gentleman and escorted Charleigh to the door. Wren and Sadie then got out and walked together, then Rowan and Demetri. And of course, me, being alone, got out. I smiled slightly when people started cheering louder when I walked out. I'm a narcissist when it comes to my job, you would be too.
We finally got to the door after signing multiple posters, albums, and other miscellaneous items. We went to the break room and basically practiced singing for three hours and the choreography for five. We then sat on the break room couch for six hours until warming up our voices. We then got ready for an hour, and off to the stage, we went.
After that, we all went home.
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*Chloe POV*
The same boring process repeated. Waking up, getting ready, eating, going to the airport, and so on.
We got off the plane and as usual, everyone cheered and applauded. We went to the car and got in, once again.
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