Disclaimer: I don't own any songs used, nor do I own Instant Star. Don't sue me, I'm poor.
Shangri-LA
Staring out the window, I watched a towering skyline and crowded roads come into view below me.
"Well folks, we'll be landing in a few minutes, so please secure all baggage in the overhead bins, or underneath the seat in front of you. Please place your tray tables in their upright, locked positions. Buckle your seatbelt, and bring your seat to its full, upright position."
I grabbed a stick of gum out of my purse before tossing my bag to my feet. Grabbing the armrests, I braced my self for the landing.
A year ago, who'd have thought I'd be on a plane two months after my 18th birthday, leaving Toronto behind for good?I sure as hell didn't.
I figured I'd be at G Major, for the blow out of the year as my third album was released. Instead of the sweats I'm wearing right now, I'd be in some gorgeous designer dress Portia picked out.
There'd be sushi and delicious hors d'oeuvres to snack on, not stale peanuts.
Bubbling champagne would have replaced the flat Coke in the glass I held.
Most importantly, I wouldn't have been alone.
But four months after my 17th birthday, everything changed, and my life came crashing down around me.
The wheels bumped against the ground, and the plane shook as it came to a crawl. Staring out across the hot blacktop as we taxied towards the terminal, I looked at the palm trees and smog.
"For your safety, please keep your seatbelts fastened until the light goes off. You may now turn on cell phones and wireless devices. We know you have a choice when flying and we thank you for choosing Delta. It's 1:35 p.m. local time, and a warm and sunny 60 degrees. For those of you reaching your final destination, welcome home. To everyone else, welcome to L.A."As we pulled up to the gate and seatbelts began snapping off around me, I sighed.
Say hello to your new life, Jude, there's no going back now, I thought.