Lydia
Five airports, a six hour delay and twenty-two hours later the band is finally in Berlin. The six hour delay wouldn't have happened if the snow storm didn't cause the airport to deem our flight unsafe thus delaying it.
Thankfully the trip was mainly uneventful of major incidents. The only thing that could have gotten the group into serious trouble was taken care of by Tilly. Megan just so happened to sit in front of the only snot nosed brat on the plane. The little booger kept kicking the back of Meg's seat until she freaked out, flipping around and glaring at the kid making dark threats. Lucky for Meg, the kid's parent was is the bathroom and Tilly was able to bribe the brat into silence with jelly beans of assorted flavor. Other than that everything went well. Kyda had made arrangements for transportation, photo shoots, interviews, and studio time while the rest of us worked on our songs and attempted learning German during our flight time.
I pull my luggage from the half circle conveyer belt that leads god knows the same rewhere. Megan and Tilly, right beside me, do the same.
"Kyda?" I spin scanning the people scrambling about us for her. Nothing.
"Kydania!" I try her name again. Nowhere in sight. Damn. I wonder why it is that she always manages to disappear.
Kydania
Glass windows replace where a wall should be but I don't mind. It gives me a glance at the snow covered Berlin. Who would have guessed the same reason a plane is made to have a delay flight yet the same reason for a city to become a living snow globe. Beauty from disaster.
The thought dawns on me that this can be some lyrics for the song I am currently working on. I pull out my pen and notebook containing lyrics, thoughts, and notes.
Just as I finish writing down the last bits of notes the little silver piece of technology, called a cellphone, Lydia made me trade for my 'outdated brick of a phone' vibrates in my jean pocket so I pull it out.
"Kydania Alexandra Schumene! Where in God's name are you!" Lydia's voice grates on the peace I found beyond the window. Stuff like this seems to happen all the time.
"I'm by the windows Lydia." Awkward silence fills my ear and then a click.
Honestly if she hung up on me mad because I stated the obvious it is going to cause a bad start for this tour.
"How is it you are my best friend and can be standing three feet from me and you seem to turn invisible?" it's a question she has been asking me for years. I feel she deserves the usual answer.
"I am only seen when I want to be."
She rolls her eyes in response and gives me her classic you're-a-goof grin, "Where do we go?"
"Look for a guy with a sign that has the band's name on it. Our gear is being sent to the stage to be set up so by the time we get there it will be ready for a sound check." I pull my duffle bag up onto my shoulder and grab the handle of my suit case to follow in tote.
Lydia
Optical Reality is written out in beautiful slightly slanting yet elegant cursive on stark white poster board. I can't see who's holding it because they have it positioned right in front of their face. Whoever it is they have beautiful hands.
The girls and I start to head over to our greeter when a small group comes up screaming the bands name and some German I can only understand in bits and pieces. Kyda, taking charge as always, steps forward with a genuine smile while her hand is behind her back. She speaks to them and I think she is asking them not to be offended by our recently learned German. That's when I notice the three brightly colored sharpies in her hand waving frantically back and forth saying 'take me'.
I step forward and sneakily take the sharpies from her hand and pass them back to Tilly and Megan. Ironically they left my favorite color, spring green. Fresh, alive and complimenting; just how I like things.
Till steps up fiery red, just like her personality, sharpie in hand ready to sign and converse with our fans. What had surprised me at first about this whole situation was the fact that of our total fan base Kyda had told us only 3% was German. This must be all of them here standing before us, considering our fan base is relatively small.
A girl with blonde pigtails and a t-shirt with the bands logo on it jumps up toward me shoving a small poster in my direction. I sign it and add a heart for her sweet patient smile.
"Danke Lydia!" she then hugs me. I begin to regret adding the heart.
I smile and wave and move on to the other fans.