We've been on the road for about two weeks now and traveling to a new city every day. It's been exciting but also pretty exhausting. Now, we're finished with the American stretch of the tour and are heading to England today. I've always wanted to travel to England so I'm thrilled to have the chance to perform there. While we were in Washington D.C, we were able to visit attractions such as the Lincoln Memorial, the White House, the Washington Monument, and the war memorials. It was an incredible experience.
This morning I woke up at nine o'clock. I got out of bed and headed to the the tour bus kitchen. There were chocolate chip muffins, fruit salad, and cheese omelets set up. I picked up some of each and sat down. "Good morning love," Davy greeted. "Good morning. Are you excited about going back to Manchester?" I asked. "I'm so happy to be able to see my family and show you guys around. We might be able to visit the racetrack I trained at when I was planning on being an apprentice jockey," he grinned. "That would be incredible," I replied. We ate breakfast together. I walked to the bathroom. I washed my face with cold water and soap. I brushed my teeth and put on red jeans, a dark blue and white tank top, a red necklace, and light brown sandals. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I brushed my hair and made it wavy. "You look gorgeous," Drew said standing behind me. "Thank you," I replied hugging him. Drew and I kissed and we walked out of the room hand in hand. I decided to check up on Theresa since she wasn't up yet. I opened the door quietly. Theresa moved under the covers. "Theresa," I sang softly. She dropped the covers from her face. "Good morning," Theresa said stretching. "There's cheese omelets, fruit salad, and chocolate chip muffins in the kitchen so help yourself," I told her. She ran out of the room and into the kitchen. I laughed.
After everyone was ready, we packed our suitcases and evacuated the tour bus. "For the abroad part of our tour, we'll be switching off sleeping in the tour bus and on a plane when we're flying. If we don't have far to travel, we can stay at a hotel till morning," Mike informed. Our limousine pulled up beside us. We got inside it and were driven to the airport. I spotted our private jet. Our staff took our suitcases and travel bags to the luggage compartment and we boarded the plane. It was stocked with movies, books, and tons of food. "How long is our flight to Manchester?" I asked Davy. "It's close to eight hours," he answered. The plane flew down the runway and we began our flight to England. I decided to take this opportunity to write in my journal. I described some of my favorite memories from the concerts and the famous attractions we visited. "Do you want to watch a movie with us?" Micky asked. "Sure," I answered putting my journal aside. Theresa popped a movie into the dvd player. "It's a romantic comedy," she grinned. I sat down on the couch between Theresa and Micky. The movie was so funny. Theresa, Micky, and I cried and laughed on the floor from laughing so hard. "Are you guys okay?" Peter asked us warily. That made us laugh even harder. We wiped the tears from our eyes and took some deep breaths. "Let's have some lunch," Phyllis suggested. She whipped together patty melts, fries, and strawberry jello with real strawberries in it. We took a bite of our food. "Delicious," all of us exclaimed at the same time. "Thanks," Phyllis smiled.
Theresa and I escaped to our room after lunch. "Getting to see the world is amazing but I'm still not used to going on such long flights," she stated. "Me too," I agreed. I came up with the idea to play a game where each of us comes up with a line for a story and we continue back and forth until we decide the story is over. Our first story was a romantic fairytale. Each of us were held captive by an evil queen and our boyfriends saved us from her and the evil dragon. We came up with a mystery story about a heart locket that magically appeared to someone who needed help. It was kind of fun and it helped us release our creative energy. I looked up at the clock. It was three o'clock. We still had four hours until our plane lands in Manchester. I sketched a little bit in a notebook and snuggled with Drew. I can never get tired of that. My eyes closed.
"Jennifer," Drew said softly into my ear. I opened my eyes. "What is it?" I asked. "It's time for dinner. You fell asleep but you looked so cute that I didn't have the heart to wake you up till the last minute," he smiled. I sat up and the two of us walked to the table. "I made tacos, rice, and beans for dinner," Phyllis announced. We placed food on our plates, said grace, and dug into our food. It was amazing. At 7:00, the plane landed. We retrieved our luggage and drove to the house that Davy grew up in.
We stopped at a red-bricked house and Davy knocked on the door. A man opened the door. "Hello father," Davy greeted. We followed him into the house. "Davy! How have you been son?" the man asked shaking Davy's hand. "I'm doing very well father. I'd like you to meet Mike's daughter Jennifer and my lovely girlfriend Theresa," Davy introduced. "I'm pleased to meet you both. I'm Harry Jones and these are my daughters Hazel, Lynda, and Beryl," he informed. We shook his hand and hugged Davy's sisters. "We can tell how much he loves you," they whispered to Theresa. She blushed. Theresa and I had such a lovely time chatting with Davy's sisters. They're so nice. At 10:00, we hugged everyone goodbye for the night and promised to come back tomorrow. We piled into the car and drove to the hotel. Theresa and I received a key to our room. We got ready for bed and drifted off into dreamland.
Hey guys! I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated this story. Advanced placement exams are next week so I have been pretty busy studying. I hope everyone is doing well and thanks again for all the support.
Lots of love,
jhorses