replace Chris. We wouldn’t dare call her bluff now.
As it often happens, when you’re on tour, we unfortunately never got to see much of London at all. We saw Big Ben and the Buckingham Palace through the windows of our limo on our way to the hotel. That’s almost all the sightseeing we would get to do in London. When we get to our hotel, it becomes obvious why we need Big Bob around. There’s a crowd of fans gathered in front of the hotel and as soon as we leave the car, fans asking for autographs and taking pictures surround us. Big Bob stays mostly by my side, kind of keeping the fans at a little distance as I’m giving autographs and taking pictures. It takes us about twenty minutes to make our way from the limo to the inside of the hotel. Once there, we have just a little time to rest before we get driven to the arena for the sound check before the show.
When the concert is over, the guys decide to go to a hip London night club and check out the local scene. I decide to join them. It was not like I was going to get to spend any time with Chris like I used to do when we were touring the US. So, I might as well go get plastered in a London night club with Big Bob on my tow.
Chapter 15
Next morning it’s back to our jet on our way to our next stop, Paris. Aside from Big Bob, each and every one of us had a huge hangover. Susan had stayed behind to coordinate a few things from the offices of Sony in London and would join us later on. I take my seat on the plane and before it has even taken off I had already fallen asleep.
I’m at the airport now. I’m asking my dad if I can come with them. I don’t want to stay with the nanny, I say to him. “It’s just a couple of days, kiddo, you’ll see you won’t even notice we’re gone,” he says to me, smiling. I turn around to look for my mom but I don’t see her. I look for my dad but he is gone too. I’m scared. I feel the need to run, to stop them but when I try my legs won’t move. I struggle, using all the strength in my body, but that only gets me moving in slow motion. I want to scream but my voice doesn’t come out. I see their plane but even though I use all my strength, I can’t make it. I hear the loud screeching sound of tires on asphalt, then a huge explosion. My ears ring from the impact and I feel the blast of heat that comes from the fireball which now completely consumes the plane. By the side of the runaway I see pieces of luggage and scattered debris. I swear I see my dad’s briefcase charred from the fire. It’s excruciatingly hot. I feel my skin burning. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. It hurts. I start screaming. This time the screams come out loudly from my mouth .
“Lorelai!” I hear Chris yelling and shaking me. I open my eyes and stop screaming. My body is drenched in sweat. I see Chris looking at me worried. Behind him all the other guys are staring at me with frightened looks on their faces.
“It was just a nightmare,” Chris says t o me calmly. I feel sick to my stomach… I get up and run to the bathroom to throw up. I wash my face and come out again still feeling shaken from the nightmare. James offers me a glass of water. When I reach for it they can see how much my hands are still shaking. Chris tries to embrace me but I push him away. I curl up in my seat now, my head in my hands and I cry. They respect my wishes to be left alone and take their seats again. The rest of the trip is silent with only the hum of the plane engines between us.
We get to Paris and the car drives us straight to our hotel. There is a crowd starting to gather there too but much smaller than the one we found in London. Unlike London, we would get a free day in Paris, so I decide to get settled and relax in my room first and then go for a walk. As soon as I get to the hotel lobby to go out though, Big Bob starts walking next to me.
I turn to him irritated and say, “Oh, no you don’t. ”
“But it’s my job
As it often happens, when you’re on tour, we unfortunately never got to see much of London at all. We saw Big Ben and the Buckingham Palace through the windows of our limo on our way to the hotel. That’s almost all the sightseeing we would get to do in London. When we get to our hotel, it becomes obvious why we need Big Bob around. There’s a crowd of fans gathered in front of the hotel and as soon as we leave the car, fans asking for autographs and taking pictures surround us. Big Bob stays mostly by my side, kind of keeping the fans at a little distance as I’m giving autographs and taking pictures. It takes us about twenty minutes to make our way from the limo to the inside of the hotel. Once there, we have just a little time to rest before we get driven to the arena for the sound check before the show.
When the concert is over, the guys decide to go to a hip London night club and check out the local scene. I decide to join them. It was not like I was going to get to spend any time with Chris like I used to do when we were touring the US. So, I might as well go get plastered in a London night club with Big Bob on my tow.
Chapter 15
Next morning it’s back to our jet on our way to our next stop, Paris. Aside from Big Bob, each and every one of us had a huge hangover. Susan had stayed behind to coordinate a few things from the offices of Sony in London and would join us later on. I take my seat on the plane and before it has even taken off I had already fallen asleep.
I’m at the airport now. I’m asking my dad if I can come with them. I don’t want to stay with the nanny, I say to him. “It’s just a couple of days, kiddo, you’ll see you won’t even notice we’re gone,” he says to me, smiling. I turn around to look for my mom but I don’t see her. I look for my dad but he is gone too. I’m scared. I feel the need to run, to stop them but when I try my legs won’t move. I struggle, using all the strength in my body, but that only gets me moving in slow motion. I want to scream but my voice doesn’t come out. I see their plane but even though I use all my strength, I can’t make it. I hear the loud screeching sound of tires on asphalt, then a huge explosion. My ears ring from the impact and I feel the blast of heat that comes from the fireball which now completely consumes the plane. By the side of the runaway I see pieces of luggage and scattered debris. I swear I see my dad’s briefcase charred from the fire. It’s excruciatingly hot. I feel my skin burning. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. It hurts. I start screaming. This time the screams come out loudly from my mouth .
“Lorelai!” I hear Chris yelling and shaking me. I open my eyes and stop screaming. My body is drenched in sweat. I see Chris looking at me worried. Behind him all the other guys are staring at me with frightened looks on their faces.
“It was just a nightmare,” Chris says t o me calmly. I feel sick to my stomach… I get up and run to the bathroom to throw up. I wash my face and come out again still feeling shaken from the nightmare. James offers me a glass of water. When I reach for it they can see how much my hands are still shaking. Chris tries to embrace me but I push him away. I curl up in my seat now, my head in my hands and I cry. They respect my wishes to be left alone and take their seats again. The rest of the trip is silent with only the hum of the plane engines between us.
We get to Paris and the car drives us straight to our hotel. There is a crowd starting to gather there too but much smaller than the one we found in London. Unlike London, we would get a free day in Paris, so I decide to get settled and relax in my room first and then go for a walk. As soon as I get to the hotel lobby to go out though, Big Bob starts walking next to me.
I turn to him irritated and say, “Oh, no you don’t. ”
“But it’s my job
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