3. Welcome to the Tour Bus
The layout of the bus was pretty similar to that which she'd visited before. Jacob's space was right at the back with a door shutting it off from the rest of the crew. The bathroom was to the right outside his room and the spare bunk was opposite, with a curtain for privacy. Another curtain separated her bunk and the bathroom from the galley kitchen, then four more bunks, the second bathroom and finally the living area – complete with sofas, televisions, games consoles.
She leant against the open door to Jacob's room, watching as he yanked out a tee shirt and jogging pants for her to sleep in. She'd already scouted out the bathroom, luckily Jacob was a good pop star who knew the value of his pretty face and therefore travelled with plenty of lotions and potions, plus spare toothbrushes. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little out of her depth. Despite this being the fourth biography of a famous she'd written, she'd never spent time with them so exclusively before. Whilst there'd been wild nights aplenty, she'd always had her own space to return to and gather her thoughts. Not tonight though.
Some time later, she was enjoying a hot shower with some serious product. She had to hand it to Jacob and his team, they'd done everything to make her feel comfortable, telling jokes and teasing him for giving her a tee shirt he'd already been using so it smelt not of detergent but faintly of the expensive aftershave she'd first noticed a million hours ago in the cleaning cupboard.
Stepping out of the shower, she got dressed quickly, rolling up the legs of the jogging pants and
untangling her arms from the baggy tee shirt. She wrapped her curls up in a towel and – calling out a vague "Night!" - crawled into her bunk.
