She Works For The Weekend
Elise
Elise POV
I was bored. Getting on this plane for a nine-hour flight had seemed so exciting in my imagination and it had been exciting to take off and have tomato juice but now I was stuck on this flying piece of metal for seven more hours and I was bored. The mini-TV in the back of the seat in front of me was able to show me pictures but no sound came out, so after watching the remake of “Alice in Wonderland” without sound for 20 minutes I gave up. All I had wanted was to hear All Time Low’s song in there, but no.
I sighed and got out my iPod. Scrolling to the All Time Low playlist, I chose Therapy. My favourite ATL song. I closed my eyes and sang along with Alex in my head, rethinking the words I had heard a thousand times already. This song in particular had helped me stay strong when everything had fallen apart, keeping me sane enough to stay in this world. I had been through some rough times but now, the day I had waited on for years was there.
I opened my journal. I was always carrying it around me, a small, black notebook with a blue pen on the side, a small rubber band keeping it from opening. I wrote down my thoughts in there, my wishes, my fears and my successes. Everything.
28th of June, 2014; 12:36pm French time
On the plane to Los Angeles. I’m pretty bored and tired but I’m so excited for this concert, wow. I only wish I would get the chance to meet All Time Low… Well we’ll see.
Maman and Papa were very worried about this trip and they didn’t want to let go until the very last minute, when they dropped me off at the airport Toulouse-Blagnac, an hour away from the little village in southern France we live in. They think I’m not really ready to go on such a big trip yet but I somehow convinced them in month-long work since ATL isn’t coming to Europe anytime soon and wow, here I am.
This plane smells kinda weird and I crave another juice or something. I guess I’ll try to go and pee for now.
After my trip to the micro bathroom I was lucky enough to fall asleep. I managed to wake up right before the plane started its descent, spectacular views out of the landscape near LA presenting themselves to me. We landed quickly, me being incredibly relieved to manage the pressure exchange in my ears. LA looked incredible from above and I thought I even caught a glimpse of the famous “HOLLYWOOD”-sign. Wow.
Immigration took ages, I was questioned about my motives to come to the USA etc. and to be honest, I was glad I had slept on the plane because it was very tiresome. After every single fingerprint had been taken, every single paper had been signed and every single question had been answered to the officer’s satisfaction, I was allowed to leave. I dragged my heavy suitcase behind me and got a taxi to the hotel.
At the hotel, I was shown to my room by an incredibly cute boy about my age who also carried my baggage. He had dark brown hair that was flopping into his face, just barely leaving his amazing eyebrows to see; dark brown eyes and he was tall and skinny. His complexion was darker than mine. He talked to me for a bit while in the elevator and I told him I was going to see my favourite band tomorrow.
“Really? Who is it?” he asked curiously. Maybe he was just trying to get an extra tip but maybe he was genuinely interested. We exited the elevator as it was on the level of my room.
“I’m mainly here to see All Time Low but Pierce The Veil is also one of my favourites. The Downtown Fiction is also on tour with them,” I explained. His eyes widened and he smiled broadly.
“Oh my god, this is great! I will be going too!” he exclaimed. I felt a smile sneak onto my face as well. “Are you going alone?” he asked. I nodded slowly, suddenly feeling insecure and worthless. I had no friends here with me. I was a loser. But he touched my shoulder and I looked back up. He was smiling.
“Would you like to see them with me?” he asked, blushing slightly. My eyes widened in surprise. A cute boy, asking me to see a band?!
“Won’t you be going with your friends?” I asked, prepared for disappointment.
“Nah, they are all uncultured pigs who can’t recognize good music,” he replied, winking at me. I blushed instantly. Oh my God. Elise, keep it together!, I thought to myself.
“So, do you wanna?” he insisted. I hesitated only for the tiniest bit, realizing that it was probably a good idea to have firstly a companion at all and secondly a male companion. Not too much groping and such by strangers if I had him next to me and I trusted him.
“I’d love to,” I replied. He smiled stunningly.
“Great, here’s my phone number,” he said while scribbling numbers onto a piece of paper he had magically gotten from somewhere. “I’m Will. Just call me later or text me. I suppose you got a prepaid card for your phone?”
“No I don’t,” I replied, feeling stupid. Why did I not realize that I might need such a thing sooner?
“No stress. I’ll get you one from the reception desk in a few minutes. See you!” he said, opening the door to my room. “And by the way, you have a really cute accent,” he added while already leaving, turning around to wink at me once more.
I was left dumbfounded to stand in my little room. After some time I moved and began inspecting it. It was nice, clean and bright even though it was right next to another house. I could see people sleeping in their rooms from my window. It smelled kind of weird though; a mix of cleaning agents and cookies?! I could also hear people next door having sex… rather loudly.
I tried to avoid thinking about it. I unpacked a few things from my handbag and went to the bathroom to check how I looked. It wasn’t too bad but there had been times when I had looked better… I fixed the damage and plopped down on my bed. Soft, mhm.
After a few more minutes, someone knocked at the door.
“It’s me, Will!” I opened, letting him in. He gave me a sim card.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“France,” I replied. He broke into a smile that could’ve molten the polar caps.
“Wow. France. The country of my dreams,” he breathed out.
“Is that so? Do you speak French?” I asked.
“Oui Mademoiselle, je sais parler le Français,” he said with a grin. Yes young woman, I can speak French. I was stunned. He had almost no accent!
“Mais tu peux bien parler le Français,” I responded. But you are good at speaking French. He smiled his beautiful smile.
“France is the place I’ve wanted to live in for all my life. I’m working my ass off to pay for going there and I’ve read all the classics of French literature. My French teacher doesn’t even bother to take me in class anymore because I’m better than any student she ever had. I don’t mean to brag but I’m pretty proud of my French.”
“I’m impressed. When about will you be able to go?” I asked.
“Well I got money for the flight, almost enough to pay a little apartment for a bit but I still need money for food in the first place.”
“Oh wow. So you are planning on moving there?”
“Yeah.”
We talked for a bit more before he decided he needed to go; he was on his shift after all. We arranged to meet at 9 am in the hotel lobby tomorrow so he could give me a quick tour of the city before we went to the concert. We hugged when he left.
The next morning, I woke up with a start at about 6 am ince I was jetlagged out of my mind. This was it. The day of the concert. Oh my God. I got up and worked a bit on myself, not bothering to straighten my hair as it would get all sweaty and curly anyways at the concert. I got on the big terrace on the roof of the hotel to eat breakfast, they had an amazing buffet. I could see all of LA from up here, the sea glistening in the distance. I still had some more time so I decided to text Will and see if we could meet up earlier.
From: Elise
Hey I’m awake already, got time to meet earlier?
It didn’t take him long to reply.
From: Will
I’m way too excited to sleep anymore so yeah. Meet in 15 in the lobby. I got a surprise for you.
I was bored. Getting on this plane for a nine-hour flight had seemed so exciting in my imagination and it had been exciting to take off and have tomato juice but now I was stuck on this flying piece of metal for seven more hours and I was bored. The mini-TV in the back of the seat in front of me was able to show me pictures but no sound came out, so after watching the remake of “Alice in Wonderland” without sound for 20 minutes I gave up. All I had wanted was to hear All Time Low’s song in there, but no.
I sighed and got out my iPod. Scrolling to the All Time Low playlist, I chose Therapy. My favourite ATL song. I closed my eyes and sang along with Alex in my head, rethinking the words I had heard a thousand times already. This song in particular had helped me stay strong when everything had fallen apart, keeping me sane enough to stay in this world. I had been through some rough times but now, the day I had waited on for years was there.
I opened my journal. I was always carrying it around me, a small, black notebook with a blue pen on the side, a small rubber band keeping it from opening. I wrote down my thoughts in there, my wishes, my fears and my successes. Everything.
28th of June, 2014; 12:36pm French time
On the plane to Los Angeles. I’m pretty bored and tired but I’m so excited for this concert, wow. I only wish I would get the chance to meet All Time Low… Well we’ll see.
Maman and Papa were very worried about this trip and they didn’t want to let go until the very last minute, when they dropped me off at the airport Toulouse-Blagnac, an hour away from the little village in southern France we live in. They think I’m not really ready to go on such a big trip yet but I somehow convinced them in month-long work since ATL isn’t coming to Europe anytime soon and wow, here I am.
This plane smells kinda weird and I crave another juice or something. I guess I’ll try to go and pee for now.
After my trip to the micro bathroom I was lucky enough to fall asleep. I managed to wake up right before the plane started its descent, spectacular views out of the landscape near LA presenting themselves to me. We landed quickly, me being incredibly relieved to manage the pressure exchange in my ears. LA looked incredible from above and I thought I even caught a glimpse of the famous “HOLLYWOOD”-sign. Wow.
Immigration took ages, I was questioned about my motives to come to the USA etc. and to be honest, I was glad I had slept on the plane because it was very tiresome. After every single fingerprint had been taken, every single paper had been signed and every single question had been answered to the officer’s satisfaction, I was allowed to leave. I dragged my heavy suitcase behind me and got a taxi to the hotel.
At the hotel, I was shown to my room by an incredibly cute boy about my age who also carried my baggage. He had dark brown hair that was flopping into his face, just barely leaving his amazing eyebrows to see; dark brown eyes and he was tall and skinny. His complexion was darker than mine. He talked to me for a bit while in the elevator and I told him I was going to see my favourite band tomorrow.
“Really? Who is it?” he asked curiously. Maybe he was just trying to get an extra tip but maybe he was genuinely interested. We exited the elevator as it was on the level of my room.
“I’m mainly here to see All Time Low but Pierce The Veil is also one of my favourites. The Downtown Fiction is also on tour with them,” I explained. His eyes widened and he smiled broadly.
“Oh my god, this is great! I will be going too!” he exclaimed. I felt a smile sneak onto my face as well. “Are you going alone?” he asked. I nodded slowly, suddenly feeling insecure and worthless. I had no friends here with me. I was a loser. But he touched my shoulder and I looked back up. He was smiling.
“Would you like to see them with me?” he asked, blushing slightly. My eyes widened in surprise. A cute boy, asking me to see a band?!
“Won’t you be going with your friends?” I asked, prepared for disappointment.
“Nah, they are all uncultured pigs who can’t recognize good music,” he replied, winking at me. I blushed instantly. Oh my God. Elise, keep it together!, I thought to myself.
“So, do you wanna?” he insisted. I hesitated only for the tiniest bit, realizing that it was probably a good idea to have firstly a companion at all and secondly a male companion. Not too much groping and such by strangers if I had him next to me and I trusted him.
“I’d love to,” I replied. He smiled stunningly.
“Great, here’s my phone number,” he said while scribbling numbers onto a piece of paper he had magically gotten from somewhere. “I’m Will. Just call me later or text me. I suppose you got a prepaid card for your phone?”
“No I don’t,” I replied, feeling stupid. Why did I not realize that I might need such a thing sooner?
“No stress. I’ll get you one from the reception desk in a few minutes. See you!” he said, opening the door to my room. “And by the way, you have a really cute accent,” he added while already leaving, turning around to wink at me once more.
I was left dumbfounded to stand in my little room. After some time I moved and began inspecting it. It was nice, clean and bright even though it was right next to another house. I could see people sleeping in their rooms from my window. It smelled kind of weird though; a mix of cleaning agents and cookies?! I could also hear people next door having sex… rather loudly.
I tried to avoid thinking about it. I unpacked a few things from my handbag and went to the bathroom to check how I looked. It wasn’t too bad but there had been times when I had looked better… I fixed the damage and plopped down on my bed. Soft, mhm.
After a few more minutes, someone knocked at the door.
“It’s me, Will!” I opened, letting him in. He gave me a sim card.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“France,” I replied. He broke into a smile that could’ve molten the polar caps.
“Wow. France. The country of my dreams,” he breathed out.
“Is that so? Do you speak French?” I asked.
“Oui Mademoiselle, je sais parler le Français,” he said with a grin. Yes young woman, I can speak French. I was stunned. He had almost no accent!
“Mais tu peux bien parler le Français,” I responded. But you are good at speaking French. He smiled his beautiful smile.
“France is the place I’ve wanted to live in for all my life. I’m working my ass off to pay for going there and I’ve read all the classics of French literature. My French teacher doesn’t even bother to take me in class anymore because I’m better than any student she ever had. I don’t mean to brag but I’m pretty proud of my French.”
“I’m impressed. When about will you be able to go?” I asked.
“Well I got money for the flight, almost enough to pay a little apartment for a bit but I still need money for food in the first place.”
“Oh wow. So you are planning on moving there?”
“Yeah.”
We talked for a bit more before he decided he needed to go; he was on his shift after all. We arranged to meet at 9 am in the hotel lobby tomorrow so he could give me a quick tour of the city before we went to the concert. We hugged when he left.
The next morning, I woke up with a start at about 6 am ince I was jetlagged out of my mind. This was it. The day of the concert. Oh my God. I got up and worked a bit on myself, not bothering to straighten my hair as it would get all sweaty and curly anyways at the concert. I got on the big terrace on the roof of the hotel to eat breakfast, they had an amazing buffet. I could see all of LA from up here, the sea glistening in the distance. I still had some more time so I decided to text Will and see if we could meet up earlier.
From: Elise
Hey I’m awake already, got time to meet earlier?
It didn’t take him long to reply.
From: Will
I’m way too excited to sleep anymore so yeah. Meet in 15 in the lobby. I got a surprise for you.
Notes
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4/20/14