Unexpected

Chapter 4

The alarm clock beeped, yanking me off my sleep and my eyes refused to open. I tapped on it strongly until the noisy buzz was gone and then stretched on the bed. My head was pounding too much. It seemed that I had been drinking, but I knew it wasn't the case, I was simply tired. Then, dragging and forcing my body out of the bed, I stood, just to sit back again as dizziness attacked me. The room span a bit and for a second I thought I was going to pass out, so I remained still, waiting for it to go away.

"Holy shit..." I mumbled as I tried to get up again.

I stayed still expecting it to attack me again but it didn't. I felt alright. Thus, I slowly began to walk to the bathroom. I opened the knob of the shower and slid off my pajama. A shower would bring me back to life or so I expected. I wasn't wrong. Twenty minutes under warm water was all it took to feel fine and finally, I closed the water and grabbed the towel near me. I felt my head still pounding. I was feeling awful to tell you the truth, but at least the dizziness had disappeared.

"I am gonna die on this tour." I complained alone and to myself.

Valencia was the next city being visited by Metallica, so I packed my stuff since we would be flying there after breakfast. I puffed, thinking it would be even hotter than in Madrid. I never thought European cities could be that hot during the summer. It was killing me slowly. Nevertheless, I liked the money I was making and still found some excitement for being on tour with such a huge band. I even learned how to like their music a bit and it was there, when I wasn't distracted by James presence on stage, that I'd remember how Colton would love to be in my shoes. After all, I was touring with his favorite band. Life is funny sometimes.

When the room was completely cleaned of my stuff and my bags carefully put near the door, I decided to have breakfast downstairs with the rest of the crew. I liked to hang around them. Mostly men, except for me, Lars's PA, and the women of the wardrobe. There was an intense and funny vibe and I liked to be with them. To my surprise most of the crew was already gone. I should have remembered that, because when there was a show two nights in a row, the truck drivers and stage people would leave right after. So, there was only the people that would fly with the band and even them were done and leaving. I spotted Lars and Connie at the end of the room and they waved, and so I went there and sat at the table with them.

"You look awful." Lars exclaimed as I sat my butt on the chair in front of him and made me giggle.

"Thank you sir." I said joking. "You are so nice."

"No, really." Lars said. "Are you feeling ok?" He asked and Connie scrutinized me attentively, which made me realize my aspect should be terrible.

"My head hurts a bit and I felt a little bit dizzy when I got up but hopefully it's nothing." I explained.

"Hope you're not getting sick." Connie said.

"I hope not too." I offered her a smile while the bartender served me of some mushrooms and eggs.

"James went to you last night didn't he?" Lars asked me. I raised my eyes of the plate and stared at him wondering how he knew about it. Lars just smiled. "He left the party early so I assumed he went up to you."

"Yeah...we had tea and talked until late hours." I said.

"Is everything alright between you two?" Connie asked me.

"Sure it is." I confirmed.

"James is asking her about her ex you know, and she doesn't like it." Lars explained. Connie simply smiled.

"I just don't know why he insists." I said, again disturbed at the thought. "I came here to let go of him and he keeps bringing it back."

"James asked Lars to make you his PA." Connie told me under Lars disapproval look.