CHAPTER 4
My heart was broken, but I had to catch a plane in about half an hour. I cleaned my dry tears with my hoodie sleeve. Knowing that there is going to be fans at the airport; I headed inside to the restroom to fix my makeup.
The hotel room phone rang, reaching it. Answering to the voice of my manger noticing me that they were waiting for me in the lobby. I hanged up leaving the hotel key on the counter grabbing my luggage and heading out … leaving Justin pack of cigarettes out in the balcony.
“I’m here”.
“Alright , lets head out to England”. Sasha grabbed me from my shoulder whispering into my ear.
“Did you do it already?”
“Yeah.” Her pale face turned red with excitement. Some guys came toward me grabbing my luggage leading us to our cab. The lobby was full with fans waiting for a high five or even a smile. My eyes were still red from the crying so I kept my heart shaped sunglasses on, even though it was dark outside.
We had to pull and grab until we got into the cab, the car door closed making the fans tackle every angle of the yellow cab.
“Let’s move out before we lose our plane”.
“Yes mam”. The cab driver responded; and in about fifteen minutes we arrived to the Las Vegas airport, were a private jet was waiting for us. No fans where on sight, taking out my sunglasses and placing them on top f my head. We walked inside the airport getting our passports checked, when I turn to see the same men in suits that where back stage at our concerts.
“England is a beautiful country. You guys are going to love it”. One of the guys said in a low British accent.
“Lets go”. Sasha said while clapping her hands, the air got colder when we got out. The jet was there on and ready to depart. I only took my backpack and purse inside.
“You guys should take a nap, it’s going to be a long ride”. The taller more slimmer man said as I took my seat next to the round window. I plugged in my earphones and blasted my own music, wishing that I could rewind this day.