Chapter 1. Spilled Coffee & Chocolate Chip Cookies
16-year old Cody Simpson, the Australian pop singer was at his home in Gold Coast, Queensland Australia. He was sitting in his living room, sipping coffee with his mom Angie and his manager Scooter. It was about nine o'clock in the morning, and he had just woke up about half an hour ago, after his mom came in to his room to wake him up, saying that Scooter had called and that he had some news for him.
-hour a go-
After my mom had left, I tried to find his phone to check the time, but ended up dropping it to the floor. After I finally had located it, I noticed that it was only half past eight. Like some other normal 16 year old teenagers, I wasn't a morning person at all. I liked to sleep in, and half past eight in the morning wasn't my idea of a good time to wake up. Especially not on Saturdays. On free Saturdays without any meetings, spending time in the studio, dance practice, interviews, just free, lazy time to hang out, watch TV and relax. "And not wake up at half past eight…" I thought.
With a lot of effort, I tried to get out of bed, but didn't notice in his morning fog that my legs were tangled in the sheets, so when I tried to jump out of bed, with a thump I ended up face down on the floor.
"This why I don't wake up in the morning this early." I said to himself.
After unwinding myself from the sheets, and putting on a white V-neck t-shirt, I climbed down the stairs, and decided to make some coffee, just to get the day rolling. I usually didn't drink coffee, it didn't taste that good, the caffeine's energy never lasted more than an hour, and it made me feel old, but this morning he decided to drink it anyway.
15 minutes later, I was sitting at his couch, sipping coffee, with my mom, when my manager walked in, currently speaking on the phone.
"Yeah yeah sure we can do that. Yes, I'll call him. Okay I gotta go bye." Scooter, the manager said and hang up the phone.
"So what was so incredibly important that you had to wake me up at this time?" I asked a bit bitterly and sipped my coffee, earning an disapproving look from my mother.
"Well, I have some very very exciting news for you !" Scooter said looking as excited as he sounded. To me it was a bit irritating; it was too early in the morning to be that excited. Or happy. Or energetic. Or awake.
"Well go ahead. Please. " I added when my mum nudged me to the side with her elbow.
Scooter didn't seem to care or even notice, when he smiled widely and said
"I've just confirmed who you are going to go on a tour with!" I've haven't been informed about who my future tour mate would be yet, and I had no idea who it could be.
"Okay, so who is it ?" I asked.
"It's is Justin Bieber "
At that same moment I took another gulp of my coffee, and after hearing the name Justin Bieber I spitted the whole mouthful of hot black coffee out and to my white t-shirt.
"Justin Bieber? The Justin Bieber? Justin Bieber, Justin Bieber?" I almost yelled not even noticing the spilled coffee on my shirt and the some that was dripping from my jaw.
"Yes, the Justin Bieber. The tour starts in two weeks, and you two have a lot to practice, so actually, we are leaving to London - the first city which you be performing- this afternoon, so go and pack Cody!" Scooter said looking very happy.
I was staring at him very shocked, my mouth open, until I noticed the coffee on my shirt when my mom started to go on about how she had to wash it and take it off Cody, go pack, we have so much to do, when does the plain leave….bla bla bla. I wasn't paying that much attention, because my mind was racing with millions of thoughts.
"I'm going on a tour with Justin Bieber. What the hell. Really ? This can't be real. Two weeks? A hole tour and only two weeks to practice? He has an amazing voice and i'm not as good as him and I suck at dancing and he's so good and ohmygoodimsoscrewed."
-The next day-
I've just arrived in London, after a long flight from Canada, where I've been visiting some relatives and old friends. It was near half past eleven in the evening, and me and my driver were driving from the airport to our hotel, where I would be staying for the next two weeks, practicing for the tour. I haven't been told yet who was my mystery partner.
"I wonder who it might be. Hopefully someone fit. Selena is brunette, so maybe a blond with blue eyes this time." After that I felt a bit bad for Selena but didn't get any further when my thoughts were interrupted by my driver who looked at me from the rear-view-mirror and said:
"Hey Justin, I just got a call from your manager, he asked to turn your phone on. "
"He actually said that? Just turn your phone on? With those exact words?" I asked the driver a little incredulously and smiling.
"Well he might'd put it a bit differently and used some stronger words, but that was the message." he said laughing. My manager, British Tom wasn't known for his long temper or patience, and he specially hated when he couldn't reached me at any time, and when I turned my phone off it was "particularly infuriating" by his own words.
"Ohh and after that he said that you'd be touring with Cody Simpson." he added.
"Cody Simps ?" I asked him a bit shocked.
"Yeah, that's what I was told."
After that I fell in to my own thoughts.
"Cody Simpson. That is really interesting. I don't know him that well. Maybe I should do some research, it would be really rude to meet him and not know anything about him. That would make me look very cocky and selfish. Wikipedia and Google here I come."
Then I was ripped from my thoughts when we pulled to the hotel and through big iron gates. I liked this hotel. It was nearly in London's center, and with the gates and the stonewall surrounding the whole hotel, it would be private, without any fans screaming every time I went out.
We got out of the car, and someone from the staff took my luggage, I followed him to my room. It was on the top floor, with a breathtaking view. I was told that there was a pool at the roof, and I was able to use it any time. I thanked the boy and he walked out.
Immediately I took my laptop out from one of the bags, turned it on, opened Chrome, and googled "Cody Simpson". The first thing I saw was a couple of pictures and his Wikipedia page. I clicked it and laid down on the king sized bed. I read that he was from Gold Coast, Queensland, he was 16 years old and he that had two younger siblings I flipped through the rest of the page and then went to his own website, read that and then thought it would be a good idea to listen to his songs.
I woke up at 4 am and realized that I had fallen asleep, while listening to Cody's songs and reading about him. And I was still on my bed fully clothed. I switched to boxers and went back to bed and almost instantly fell back asleep. My last memory was that one of Cody's songs was repeating itself in my head.
"Hey there, pretty brown eyes. Whatcha doing later tonight. Would you mind if I spend a minute with you?"
-In the morningI-
I was woken up by my manager Tom talking really loud and way too fast so soon after I've just woken up.
"Justin what did I told you about not turning your phone off? I mean really! This is not the first time ! And for god's sake get up, we have to go down to practice in 10 minutes and you are still sleeping? Get up! And eat some breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day!" He kept talking while coming to shake me and trying to wake me and then he brought me some orange juice and the walked off the room.
I heard the door shut, and realized that I hadn't digested most of what he said, other than get up, breakfast, and practice in 10 min. I gulped the juice down, and threw on some grey collage pants, a white fitted top and a blue hoodie. I looked in the mirror and decided that my hair would win the battle today, and just putted on a black beanie. I looked at my watch and realized I had no time to eat anything, so I just took a water bottle, my phone, and keys and rushed out from the room.
I avoided very nearly a crash with the hotels food cart, that was just outside my room. My stomach grumbled, so took a quick look at the cart. I saw chocolate chip cookies, smiled and took the hole basket with me and ran to the elevator.
It was time to meet Cody Simpson.
Authors Notes:
Thanks for reaching this far, comment if you want, and more is coming soon, and its gonna be hooot ;).
