"Today's the day!" my friend and band mate Trista texted me. I replied with a winky face and hopped out of my bed. I tied my red hair in a bun, put light makeup on, and choose today's outfit: pink Hollister yoga shorts, a black tank top and Converse sneakers. While I was loading my luggage by the door, my phone rang. "Hello?" I realized I was in a five way call with my band mates of The Ashlees. "We're going on a world tour!" Carrie squealed. "With One Direction," Kyla said. "This is crazy!" I said. "When's the bus coming to pick us up?" Trista asked. "I'm already on it," Bayla said. "What does it look like?" we all asked. "We got a kitchenette, flat screen, an Xbox, it's sick."
Our dream is coming true: two years ago, we were just five girls from Boston who all wanted to be singers. We all had the same voice coach, and she suggested we form a group, and look where we are now!
The bus showed up around nine am, and Bayla ran outside and hugged me. "It's finally happening," I said. "I know, you need help with your things?" "Sure," I smiled. As we walked toward the big bus, a boy ran out to meet us. It was Louis of One Direction. Out of all of them, he's always caught my eye the most. Of course, he's got a girlfriend, so I don't have a chance. Bayla was right, the bus was SICK. I picked out my bunk, and after that I tweeted a picture of me, Louis, Bayla and Zayn, who we had just picked up, for Instagram. "This is gonna be great," I put as the caption.