I'm sure you all agree when I say, this is hell.
Chapter One
On a small, private aeroplane, going from New York overseas to England to play at a music festival, sat 8 people. Well, I say people, they were people, but they were all famous. Right at the back of the plane with just 12 seats in it, sat Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Ray Toro and Mikey Way, of My Chemical Romance. In the two seats in front of them, Taylor Swift sat quietly, strumming her acoustic, rhinestone encrusted guitar. In the other side of her aisle was Katy Perry chatting to Ke$ha, who sat in front of her. Right at the front of the plane, putting all her bags in the overhead compartment since she'd just got on the plane, was Lady Gaga. She slumped into her seat, happy she'd get at least a couple hours' shut eye.
Everyone had just come from a Pre-Festival interview that they had all done together. T4 had blown most of their budget on getting these 8 to play this year. They knew it would boost them way, way up, though, so they figured it was worth it.
The flight attendants cheerful voice spread out through the plane.
"Please could we ask you to buckle your seatbelts, the plane is going to take off very soon. Thank you!"
Lady Gaga Clicked in her belt and looked out of the window. She could see in the distance, behind metal gates, surrounded by several policeman were tons of screaming teenagers. Gaga, being the almighty Queen of loving her fans, pulled out her phone and sent a tweet.
"Thanks to everyone who came to bid us goodbye on the plane-we love you!"
And then she waved to them from the window. They got crazier when they saw this. She laughed to herself.
"We are about to take off. Hold tight!" The flight attendants voice rang out through the plane once again.
The plane engines got louder, the plane began to move forward. Faster and faster, before lifting off the ground as if it was as light as a dove.