I'm sorry. I don't own W.I.T.C.H. magazine or TV. Serie so... this could not be what is happening on either of them. (What am I saying? This is not going to happen in either of them!!)
Chapter 14: Singing Holidays on Europe. Spain: Guys and songs.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about lading on Barajas Airport on Madrid. We hope you have enjoyed the flight and..." the voice of a sweet woman began saying by the speakers on several languages.
Isa then closed the plane window blind and untied her seatbelt. She had spent the flight looking at the film the plane at the Business class area was showing and also sleeping a bit, so now she was ready for anything, or nearly anything.
"Isa!!!" Karmilla said as if it was her fan.
She was with the rest of the band members waiting for her with a big sign where her name was written.
That and a gang of press journalists, paparaquios and fans behind them.
Luckily for her, Isa was wearing as a lady and sunglasses so her face was not so visible. They were immediately took to the car that would take her too to the hotel suit she would have. It was usually like that, the manager of the group managed to get them all a whole hotel wing for the band and their people, and Karmilla's and her room always had to be connected by at least a door. So this time they were connected by a door with the result of them sharing livingroom. Well, this time it was not two suits but one with two bedrooms, wardrobes and bathrooms. One for each of the two sisters.
"Karm, this time you have gone too far." Isa said.
"Did I made you embarrassed sist?" she said laying against the doorframe as Isa began unpacking some things.
"No, but will it not be bad for you?"
"Bah... the guys also wanted to go and say hello!!" she said laughing. "Furthermore, I'm happy you came. I have missed you a bit."
"Well, I thought you had got used to it." Isa said softly.
"Yeah... well, you have grown up at good boarding schools and now you are away from home." Karmilla said. "So when I return home you are not there either."
"yeah, I have moved to Heatherfield." Isa told her. "Good shops, good high school, nice people..."
"And how is your job going lately?" Karmilla asked. "Too much of it?"
"Nah, I have been looking for one but it seems I can't get one." Isa said. "Well." She added laughing as an image came to her mind. "I now work on house matters, you know, cooking, cleaning..."
"You got married!!" Karmilla said opening her eyes wide.
"No!!" Isa said laughing. "I have to share flat with a far relative and a friend. Do you remember Caleb?"
"Caleb... Caleb... I have met some Calebs, but I think none of them were relative of us." Karmilla said. "Are they handsome?"
Then Isa threw her a flying pillow that hit her face. That meant the beginning to a pillow fight.
After that, they went out of the hotel, better said, they ran away cause Karmilla was forbidden to get out without asking first.
They walked around the city with the rest of the band guys and visited the main things there.
They got into big department stores, took millions of photographs...
And when it was about getting dark, and they were travelling on a tube department towards the place where the concert was being held, they got a phone call.
The manager was about having a heart attack cause they had just left a couple of notes about them going out for visiting the town and he knew not where they were.
Then when they were about leaving the tube station, a couple of guys with jack knives tried to rob them. They ended up with several bruises and laying against the wall.
"You keep on being a tough girl." The guitarist told Isa as she clapped her hands as to clean the dust on them.
"I don't allow guys as them to try bulling people in hurry." Isa said softly. "And now, c'mon. Your manager is going to kill you, again."
The concert was wonderful, as always. Lot of people were there cheering the band and singing their songs. After each song the scenery was filled with flying flowers and plushies from the crowd. The plushies used to end on Isa's hands so she smiled as she saw a doll that looked hand made and the perfect "Doll image" of her sister.
On the last song, there was a big movement when Karmilla spoke.
"I know this is not the usual, but have you all met my sister?" she said.
Isa wanted to disappear, specially when the guitarist went to get her by the hand and take her to the stage. On less than ten seconds she found herself on a big scenery singing with her sister Karmilla a duet.
"That was great!" one of the guys said laughing. "Didn't knew you could sing so well."
"Of course she can sing well." Karmilla said smiling. "She is my sister! Art run though our veins!"
Isa was smiling and going red with each word they said.
"Perhaps you should begin singing professionally." The guitarist said smiling. "You have the voice and the look."
From all the people in the band, Karmilla and him were the ones she most liked and more trust had to chat with. So that comment made her go bright red.
"Thanks." She said as the rest laugh.
They were now at the hotel room drinking Champaign and smoking (not Isa) while they played poker. They used to do it when they were on tour.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
"Ah, it must be that other group." The drummer said.
"Did you called them to come here?" Karmilla said softly.
"Sis, you shouldn't smoke." Isa told her as the drummer opened the door. "It's bad for your lungs and so for your voice."
"You should enjoy more of life dear sis." Karmilla told her softly. "Ah! Just on time." She added smiling as she saw the new came ones. "Sit around, we are playing poker."
"I'm afraid I'll just watch." A guy who looked as the leader said. "Hey! Is that the girl you said was your sister, Karmilla?"
"Yep, she is my little sister Isabelle." Karmilla said smiling. "Isa, say hello."
"Hi!" she said softly as she put her cards down. "I need a little rest, so there's a free spot here."
"Hey, where are you going?" Karmilla said.
"Relaxing a bit." She said.
"Ah, ground floor." Karmilla said. "Second door to the right and then... third, no, forth door to your right again."
"Thank you." She said before leaving.
"Where was she going?" the guys said.
"To relax." The drummer of Karmilla's said.
"That mean to swim a bit." The guitarist said putting his bet on the table.
"Hey, 'Kid'. Why don't you move your butt and follow her?" Karmilla told to the guitarist of the other band who also was the leader and the youngest of the band.
"I don't chase women." He said smiling.
"Just the waitress." His drummer said.
"And that journalist who interviewed you for the teen magazine." The singer added.
After a while, the guy left the room too. He walked to the lift, then to the ground floor. He walked along a corridor and through the second door to the right and then the forth door again to his right. That way he arrived to an indoor swimming pool with hot vapour due to the heat inside the room.
There he saw nothing at first and then a red haired head break the water surface to begin moving fast at water. He then sat down on a bench where she had left a towel and looked at the fast swimming girl. After a little while she came out of water and walked on the edge.
"Were you spying me?" she said as she saw him staring at her.
"Just came down here cause I was getting bored up there." He answered. "By the way, nice swimming suit."
"Thanks, this is confortable and beautiful." She said. "Don't you want getting in the water? This is warm."
"I prefer staying here, thanks." He said.
When she went out she wrapped herself on a towel and they chatted. That way she discovered he was the guitarist of a Spanish pop group who was now trying to open their way on European musical world. He was from the south and the band was pretty new also.
They would be leaving the following day for France and Isa and her sister's band were leaving the following day for Barcelona and after that, by plane, to London.
The other band was also going to be at London but he didn't knew when; it depended on how long they would be at France for the tour.
Anyway, they chatted for long and he spent the night at her bedroom while Karmilla smiled as she had a man at her bedroom too.
That was the usual on Karmilla's foreign tours. Music, craze and funny and crazy nights for everyone. It had been the same on nights since she was 16.
When she woke up, he was still there, by her side. She looked at the time. It was still early in the morning so she laid her head down and rested again. When she woke up again later, it was Karmilla who was by her side smiling in fun.
"If you are looking for your blue prince he has left." She said.
"Yeah, to France. I know." Isa said sitting on the bed. "I think we will not see again for... ever?"
"I would not be so sure." Karmilla said showing her a paper caught with two fingers on a informal way as if it was a bank note.
"What's this?" Isa said opening the paper and reading a number noted down there with an email address.
"A way of keeping in touch." Karmilla said. "I found it next to you, over the pillow with that." She added pointing to a big red rose with a note attached to the wrap. "What happened here yesterday night?"
"Nothing you can imagine." Isa said taking the note to read it. "You know I don't use men like that."
Then she smiled as she read the note:
"Dear friend:
It has been a pleasure to have met such a nice girl as you. I think I would have to ask our manager to book us a concert at your place, just for fun so you would know how good our band is. I got lot of fun tonight but I must leave now. As you are still sleeping and it's too early I don't want to wake you up so I have left you a paper to contact me whenever you want to.
By the way, don't mistake the rose. It's a flower for another flower. Cause that's what you are, a mighty wild flower with great value.
Keep on being like you are, keep on fighting for your own dreams cause you will end reaching them.
You are special. Don't give up your own dreams.
Till we meet again, dear friend."
Then he had signed the note. That made Isa smile. Nothing had happened that night. Nothing but the fact that they had sleep on the same place, but that didn't meant anything. Karmilla, on the other hand, was a different matter.
"I think you have fell for that guy." Karmilla said jocking on a singing tone.
"I think we are just friends." Isa said answering back on the same tone. "Anyway, weren't we leaving for another place?"
"Yes, I was coming here for waking you up. I have made your baggage." Karmilla said standing up.
"Wake up sleeping beauty!!" the guys said getting in the room jocking as they carried some bags on their backs.
"Hey, we would be really happy if you went down like that." The guitarist said.
Then Isa realised she was wearing a T-shirt and her knickers for sleeping and went pink.
"I change and go down, so... would you guys mind leaving for some minutes please?" she said.
The guys left. After getting wear on baggy medium leg length trousers and a tank top, Isa walked out and down to the hall carrying her personal bag as Karmilla had got sure their bags were took to the mini-bus they had for travelling to the train station.
They were sleeping and hearing music at the travel from Madrid to Barcelona. It would have been better to travel by plane, but it was too expensive for them so a train like that was perfect for travelling, mixed with common passengers.
Karmilla got slept over her sister's shoulder hearing a CD Matt had gave her before leaving. Peter had also given her another one. Both with music they liked. Matt had made one for Will and another for her and Peter made one for Cornelia and other for her. She knew they should have not done that cause their girls would go jalous, but as they were all friends they didn't knew or didn't minded. In exchange, she had promised to take them some CDs of Karmilla specially signed for them all. In fact, Karmilla was the first one wanting to sign them for her sister's friends.
When they arrived Barcelona things were like the previous day. They were gone again from the hotel for shopping and sightseeing around the city and in the afternoon she was at the back stage hearing them concerting. This time, she took great care of not being too near the scenery when the last song were to come in order her not to have to sing too.
In the night, they were turned their room, cause the rest of guys had good rooms but not a suit for themselves (that was a honour reserved for Karmilla and her sister), into a disco.
Those were turning out to be good holiday days.