Alex Leaving the airport.
"Alex, what are you doing in Germany."
"Is it true you're dating Jake?"
"As an American what is your opinion on the United States political feud?"
"Do you have any new music coming out?"
I mentally groaned as I shielded my face from the blinding paparazzi lights. Struggling to get through the crowed, I finally spotted a black Mercedes parked in front. A man jumped out and grabbed my luggage while another opened the door for me. I hopped inside, sighing with relief as the door closed.
"Danke," I said to the man as he got back into the car. Thank You
"Kein problem Frau Martinez," he said. No problem Ms. Martinez
"Oh, rufen Sie mich einfach Alex," I corrected. Oh, just call me Alex.
"Wird es tun. Und mein name ist Hans.Herr Favre bittet um Entschuldigung, dass er nicht in der Lageist, Sie abzuholen," he replied. Will do. And my name is Hans. Mr. Favre apologizes for not being able to pick you up.
"Oh, das ist in ordnung," Oh, that's alright.
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45 minutes later:
"Hier sind wir," Hans said bringing the car to a stop. Here we are.
I opened my door and stepped out. This was the famed Signal Iduna Park. I closed my eyes breathing in the cold air.
"Ahhh Alex," I heard a voice say.
I smiled turning around.
"That's me," I said giving Lucien Favre a hug.
"My, you've grown quite a bit since I last saw you," he chuckled, releasing me from our hug.
"How have you been, liebling?" he asked.
"I've been great. What about you?"
"A little stressed, but nonetheless great," Lucien responded.
"Come, let's get you to the hotel. You must be exhausted," he said walking with me towards the building by the stadium.
I admired the stadiums luscious pitch and the black and yellow seats.
I was finally here. In Dortmund.
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So basically I don't even know why I'm doing this cuz nobody is ever gonna read this but who cares. I have nothing to do since its Christmas break so I'm gonna do it. Anywaaaaay, ALEX IS IN DORTMUND. BOOM. Y'all are probably like finally. Sorry for the loooooong delay but you'll thank me later. Oh and just pretend they live right next to the stadium in a hotel type thingy.
- Mia
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