my first FF and im super nervous. major confidence problems so i need positive feedback! Hope you enjoy =D
“Audrey, are you okay?” My manager and best friend Casey studied me cautiously. I widened my eyes in surprise; I didn’t know the fear was visible on my pale face. I played with the cord of me headphones, realizing my hands were shaking. Scratch that, my whole body was shaking. All five-foot-seven of it.
“Just peachy,” I said, just hinting sarcasm. Her green eyes widened in recognition and a grin spread across her olive colored skin. She flicked her dark hair away impatiently and chuckled.
“You’re scared to fly on an airplane? You’re an international rock star, traveling around the world, performing in front of thousands of people and you’re afraid to travel on a plane?” She shrieked in exasperation. I sighed in mock weariness.
“Most of the traveling I do requires a bus. And last time I checked, those don’t have wings.” I pointed out. Realizing this conversation was far from over, I let my Ipod go blank and pushed it into my canary-yellow skinny jeans. Casey shook her head and opened her mouth to protest when another voice eagerly interrupted.
“Are you Audrey Larson?” I persistent finger tapped my sparkly silver vest non-stop. I jumped up from the airport lobby seats and trembled. I despised being recognized. I was wearing huge sunglasses, how the heck did she identify me? Was it the guitar case? No, other people had those. Anyway, I only brought four with me as a carry on. You know, just the essentials.
“Um, ummm….no?” I pleaded, desperately trying to use telekinesis to make her walk away. People were already looking at me, whispering excitedly. Shoot. The trembling increased.
“How did you know?” I inquired, caving in. She nodded towards my hair. I silently screamed in my head. How could I have forgotten to wear a hat or something? The one thing I was more famous for then my music: my bubble-gum pink hair. Next to that, my strange amber colored eyes. I dug a sharpie out of my pocket, scribbled an autograph and plopped back into me seat. I slumped down, slouching sloppily, and groaned. A crowd of eager people self-consciously made their way towards me, bumping in that insecure should-we-really-go-over-there kind of way. Then, an angel’s voice sang over my silent pleading.
“Flight 47 in Terminal B is now boarding.” The loudspeakers boomed. Actually, the voice was harsh and scratchy, but Audrey could care less. It could have been a squeaky elf or even the Grinch or something; it had just saved her a whole lot of embarrassment. Scrambling to grab her bags, she fled to the walk-through, tripping over her open-toed black pumps. Casey handed the tickets over to the attendant who directed them to their coach seats.
“We’re not seated together.” Audrey stated obviously, her tawny eyes widening in fear. Casey mumbled a few reassuring words and found her seat. Audrey whimpered loudly and curled into a ball and glared out the plastic window. Her eyes lit up a bit and she peered over the seats. Casey was about eleven rows in-front of her.
“Hey Casey,” She called, her voice sickly sweet. Casey turned around and met my eyes.
“Can you pass me Harlow?” I was referring to my stuffed panda bear I had since I was a little lad. People were really starting to board the flight from Newark, New Jersey, to L.A. when Casey grinned wickedly and opened her big mouth.
“AUDREY YOU JUST TURNED EIGHTEEN YOU DON’T NEED A TEDDY BEAR TO CLING TO EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY!” All eyes turned to me. Most recognized me and cried out elatedly. I glared at her evilly and sank back down into my seat. The whole row was empty next to me. And by row I mean the two seats next to me. Flashing cameras circled relentlessly. I adore my fans; don’t get me wrong, but at 6:30 am on a Monday, none the less, I just wanted to chuck their silver birds of doom out the c.ockpit. People were settling in their seats and I was stretching my long legs across the vacant seats when six people bustled onto the plane. My jaw dropped ten-stories and into the sewer.
