Er... No Title, chapter 2
As we got off the plane we showed our passports, went through security etc etc.
About half and hour later some kind of short limo came and picked us up from the airport.
"Wow!" Chez said. "We're being treated like royalty."
"Um yeah. Oh my gosh. We're actually gonna see them for the first time. Won't it be amazing."
"Did you bring the camera, Nad? Did you? Did you? WELL?"
Chez can get really childish sometimes which really annoys me. Seriously, sometimes she won't shut up.
"Oh, and did you take those glow in the dark things I found at the club? You took it didn't you?"
"No one wants your stupid bracelet."
"Except from TRE!!!!!!!!"
I rolled my eyes and ignored here. I had found out last night on the plane that that was the only way to keep her quiet about Tre.
"Listen. I was thinking... maybe we could sneak backstage somehow WITHOUT being like teenies... but I don't know how. I don't want to look like a freak, escaping past security. But on the other hand we've been fans of them for so long... help me think of a plan."
"Gosh, you mean we could see Tre? Actually meet him? Wow. I'd do anything."
We carried on talking like this until we got to the hotel. We checked in and went into the room.
"They had to put us on the top floor, didn't they. Maybe we can use the lifts."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because... because she just said they were broken. Didn't you hear?"
"Nadine, she didn't."
"She did."
"No she did not."
Just as she said that the doors opened in front of us and a family stepped out.
"See? It's fine."
"It doesn't go to the top floor."
"Sure it does. There would be a notice."
She stepped into the lift, and stared at me.
"Come on Nadine! What you waiting for?"
"Fine."
I stepped into the lift, even though I was shaking. I had been in a lift two years ago by myself and it stopped. Although it wasn't that scary, it had really scarred me. I was so scared of them.
As we got to the top floor we stepped into the corridor, and went to our room, the helpfully called 444.
"Wow, this place is luxury! It has a digital TV! A toilet that flushes! A window right above the view. It's perfect." Chez said to me.
"Wow!" We both started dancing round and jumping on the beds when I sat down on the sofa and thought.
"I was thinking about the backstage thing. Please help, I have no idea what to do without sounding like a stupid teenie!!! Come on! Think!"
"Maybe we could sneak in through a window."
"Come on Chez, they're gotta be better then that."
"Maybe I can say I have a little teenie that's desperate to meet them, because..."
"For goodness sake!!!"
"Ok that was a bad idea. But we can't stop. We'll stay up all night if we have to."
It was 7 in the morning when I woke up.
"Tre you're so wonderfully mine."
What the hell?
By the way, I had fallen asleep while trying to think. But Chez was still awake all night.
I turned to face Chez. She was sat right next to me.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, I was trying to make you dream about me and Tre."
"Um... why?"
"I thought it would be funny."
"Well I did have a dream. But it was about Billie Joe. He was on the floor at some place and he was dying and had blood all over him and he had been stabbed and then the guy who murdered him was out for me and I was really scared. Then suddenly you and Tre came and ..."
"So you did dream about Tre!!"
"Well I was trying to save him while you two were just kissing and I was crying and then suddenly the guy came and stabbed you two and I ran off and got knocked down by a bus."
"Um... that end is a bit random. But come on. We've got the concert at 6. We better get sorted."
"Sorted? But that won't take us that long."
"No! As in make a plan to go backstage."
"Oh. Let's just have some tea first."
We both got dressed and went through the corridor. I remembered the lift.
"Do we have to go in there?"
"Yes."
I stepped in and pressed the button. As the door pinged open we walked into the dining hall, collected our food and sat down.
"Well last night I was wondering if we could like, well I could kinda like flirt with the guy and..."
"Forget it Chez. He'll see right through you."
"Ok then, we bring along a Cabbage Patch Doll and..."
"No."
"Well, we both get some bags, put on some dark shades and try to get through."
"But we'd have to do that before the concert started, wouldn't we? But hey it could work."
About half and hour later some kind of short limo came and picked us up from the airport.
"Wow!" Chez said. "We're being treated like royalty."
"Um yeah. Oh my gosh. We're actually gonna see them for the first time. Won't it be amazing."
"Did you bring the camera, Nad? Did you? Did you? WELL?"
Chez can get really childish sometimes which really annoys me. Seriously, sometimes she won't shut up.
"Oh, and did you take those glow in the dark things I found at the club? You took it didn't you?"
"No one wants your stupid bracelet."
"Except from TRE!!!!!!!!"
I rolled my eyes and ignored here. I had found out last night on the plane that that was the only way to keep her quiet about Tre.
"Listen. I was thinking... maybe we could sneak backstage somehow WITHOUT being like teenies... but I don't know how. I don't want to look like a freak, escaping past security. But on the other hand we've been fans of them for so long... help me think of a plan."
"Gosh, you mean we could see Tre? Actually meet him? Wow. I'd do anything."
We carried on talking like this until we got to the hotel. We checked in and went into the room.
"They had to put us on the top floor, didn't they. Maybe we can use the lifts."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because... because she just said they were broken. Didn't you hear?"
"Nadine, she didn't."
"She did."
"No she did not."
Just as she said that the doors opened in front of us and a family stepped out.
"See? It's fine."
"It doesn't go to the top floor."
"Sure it does. There would be a notice."
She stepped into the lift, and stared at me.
"Come on Nadine! What you waiting for?"
"Fine."
I stepped into the lift, even though I was shaking. I had been in a lift two years ago by myself and it stopped. Although it wasn't that scary, it had really scarred me. I was so scared of them.
As we got to the top floor we stepped into the corridor, and went to our room, the helpfully called 444.
"Wow, this place is luxury! It has a digital TV! A toilet that flushes! A window right above the view. It's perfect." Chez said to me.
"Wow!" We both started dancing round and jumping on the beds when I sat down on the sofa and thought.
"I was thinking about the backstage thing. Please help, I have no idea what to do without sounding like a stupid teenie!!! Come on! Think!"
"Maybe we could sneak in through a window."
"Come on Chez, they're gotta be better then that."
"Maybe I can say I have a little teenie that's desperate to meet them, because..."
"For goodness sake!!!"
"Ok that was a bad idea. But we can't stop. We'll stay up all night if we have to."
It was 7 in the morning when I woke up.
"Tre you're so wonderfully mine."
What the hell?
By the way, I had fallen asleep while trying to think. But Chez was still awake all night.
I turned to face Chez. She was sat right next to me.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, I was trying to make you dream about me and Tre."
"Um... why?"
"I thought it would be funny."
"Well I did have a dream. But it was about Billie Joe. He was on the floor at some place and he was dying and had blood all over him and he had been stabbed and then the guy who murdered him was out for me and I was really scared. Then suddenly you and Tre came and ..."
"So you did dream about Tre!!"
"Well I was trying to save him while you two were just kissing and I was crying and then suddenly the guy came and stabbed you two and I ran off and got knocked down by a bus."
"Um... that end is a bit random. But come on. We've got the concert at 6. We better get sorted."
"Sorted? But that won't take us that long."
"No! As in make a plan to go backstage."
"Oh. Let's just have some tea first."
We both got dressed and went through the corridor. I remembered the lift.
"Do we have to go in there?"
"Yes."
I stepped in and pressed the button. As the door pinged open we walked into the dining hall, collected our food and sat down.
"Well last night I was wondering if we could like, well I could kinda like flirt with the guy and..."
"Forget it Chez. He'll see right through you."
"Ok then, we bring along a Cabbage Patch Doll and..."
"No."
"Well, we both get some bags, put on some dark shades and try to get through."
"But we'd have to do that before the concert started, wouldn't we? But hey it could work."
