Yeah, I know it's 01:41 so no one's going to read it yet but I felt like updating and me and Zia are really hyper. (8)Walk with us, our song is done, so long, farewell, to EVERYONE!
She likes Midnight Beast, so do I. Please review! I know, I promised no updates but I couldn't resist and Tilly and Lauren have gone to sleep -_- boring bitches.
"I've got to go. The coach is here. But I was serious, if you text it, I'll delete it. Goodbye Luke." I said quickly, closing the computer down before he could say anything. As I was picking up my big bag and my little bag to take on the coach, I felt my back pocket vibrate, dropping my suitcase, I read the text.
I know, it'll be deleted before you read, but I didn't get the chance to say goodbye and good luck. Luke. I didn't delete it, but shoved my phone in my pocket, straightened up his bracelet, and picked up my suitcase. One of the shows producers or something was waiting at the door.
"Bella Smith, nice to meet you." He smiled and led me to the coach, he'd opened the side to reveal space for like 25 suitcases like my own, and it was empty. I get to spend some of the drive alone with a producer and the bus driver. I put my suitcase in and headed back to the door, where Mike was waiting.
"Oi! Guys! Bella's leaving!" I heard someone inside shout. They all ran out the door. I laughed. I saw the camera's on the front of the drive, filming the whole thing, I wished Amy, Rory and the Doctor could have been there. I went round and hugged everyone in turn; they all said goodbye and good luck, and I was touched.
"Bella! Bella!" I saw Amy doing her funny pregnant waddle run down the drive. I met her halfway and hugged her. "I thought we'd missed you."
"You would have some angry text messages if you did." I smiled. Amy let go and I hugged Rory.
"Good luck." He said.
"Thanks," I answered. Then I turned to the Doctor. He held his closed hand out to me and opened it slowly. It was a beautiful handmade friendship bracelet; it used black threads and colourful beads, he pulled me wrist up and tied it in a tight knot loosely round my wrist.
"Friendship." He promised. I threw my arms round his neck and his arms met behind my back. "Good luck. No cheating to see who wins!" He commanded. I saluted.
"Yes sir!" I smiled.
"See you Saturday." Amy smiled and I climbed on to the coach.
"I've got a couple of seats to choose from then," I said, after Alex (the producer, who'd finally introduced himself) had followed me onto the coach. He laughed. I walked to the back, 3 seats from the back on the left from where Alex was still standing, the window on my right. I put my iPod on and looked out the window, ready to fall asleep as the journey went on. But as the camera crew climbed on the coach and we drove away, the camera was on me ('cause there was that many others to film), I hoped I didn't look too bad and it wasn't going to feature too heavily in the final product, that would air the day after tomorrow.
The coach pulled up outside a house the size of the one I lived in but posher, and with only 1 kid, I could tell. She came out the front door, she looked about 17, had blonde hair curled into tight ringlets, framing her highly made up face. She wore a tight summer dress; way more dressy than I was. She had 3 bags of luggage; for 9 days? God this chick is rich. She'd probably had proper vocal education; I'd go on YouTube sometimes for tips!
Calm, Bella, calm, you're hyperventilating.
She climbed onto the couch, analysing me the same way I'd analysed her; she smiled smugly, she believed she had the competition in her hands. She sat a few rows in front of me on the other side of the other line of coach seats. I could tell this coach wasn't up to her standards.
"Missy, this is Bella, she lives in Ealing," Alex the producer told her. I smiled at Missy, she smiled a sickly sweet smile in return; pitying the lower 'talent' of the competition. Snobby slut. I must have looked like a tramp next to her; my hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, her's hung freely, my face was make up free, her's was plastered on so she looked like Barbie, but more slutty. This was going to be so much harder than I first anticipated.
10 minutes later we pulled up outside another massive house, a boy (17, maybe 18), with medium black hair, shielding his eyes, tanned skin and smart clothes; another posh one, I deduce either emo or gay. He only had one luggage bag, only to be expected, he's a guy, I s'pose that rules out gay. His dark clothes definitely gave off the radiance of emo. I'd look at his wrists later for the slits.
I'm kidding!
He already had his iPod in. He walked straight to the back of the coach, me and Missy both looked like he was a complete weirdo as our heads turned with him as he walked down the isle to the back 5 seats. He sat by the window behind Missy.
"Girls this is Derek." Alex introduced, I analysed Derek's face. He glared at me.
I didn't look at Derek again.
His family still looked unbelievably posh, and his clothes had designer labels sticking out, whereas Missy's wear all neatly tucked in by her probably erratic mother, paid for by her big business father.
I'm not sure if you've noticed, I don't like Missy.
We stopped off at loads of other big fancy houses, all Alex stopped introducing everyone after a while, but he introduced the person coming on the coach.
After Missy and Derek there was Michael, Emma, Josh, Maddy, Ethan, Isabella (mark 2, I'm Isabella too don't forget), Daniel, Abigail, Christopher, Hannah, Andrew, Anthony, Samantha, William, Eliza, Ashley, David, Mia, Ryan, Sarah, James and Natalie. The other 25 kids would be meeting us at the hotel.
