Post by emiejohnson1 on Jan 3, 2012 16:32:13 GMT -5
Shot me out of the sky,
You’re my kryptonite…
Wren pulled her earbuds out, and turned her iPod off, as the pilot announced their arrival at LAX. She couldn’t believe it, after an hour drive to the Orlando airport, a four hour plane ride to Phoenix, Arizona, a three hour layover, and a final hour and a half plane ride; she had made it to Los Angeles. The city of dreams…well…the city of HER dreams anyway. As the plane docked, she dreamed of what this would mean for her…then she remembered. She wasn’t here to stay. She was just apologizing to Greyson Chance about RD pulling out of the tour. She was afraid of what he would say. Would he hate her? Be mad she had taken the free plane ticket? No…he wouldn’t. His manager maybe…but surely not Greyson. He always seemed so sweet. He would understand right? She walked out of the gate, and immediately saw a man in a black uniform, holding a sign that said “Romeo’s Downfall.” She felt her jaw drop. No. WAY! She ran up and hugged him.
“Dimitri!” He gave her a weird look, and then did a double take.
“Emili-” He coughed, “Wren! What are you doing here?!” Wren smiled cheekily,
“Looks like you’re picking me up…again!” Dimitri looked at her, confused.
“Elskede…I am here for a band, not your Grandmama.” Wren giggled at Dimitri’s habit of falling into Danish.
“My band, Dimitri. You are here for my band.” Dimitri looked at her in shock,
“My little sang fuglen has realized her voice? Ros Gud!” Wren shrugged, and smiled.
“C’mon Dimitri, better not keep Greyson Chance waiting.” Dimitri muttered something in Danish, that sounded like ‘jeg ville elske at smide ham ud af et vindue.’ Which, roughly translated meant ‘I would love to throw him out a window,’ so Wren knew she must have heard wrong. Who would want to throw Greyson out of a window? Dimitri looked at her overnight bag wearily, as they started heading towards the baggage claim/exit.
“Is that all you brought?” Wren nodded sadly,
“I’m not staying long.” Dimitri once again gave her a confused look,
“But your band is going on tour with the dæmon, no?” He looked around, as if noticing she was the only one, “Where is your band?” Wren shook her head,
“I’ll explain later.” Dimitri gave her a long look, before leading her to a black SUV. “Still no stretch limo?” She pouted, and her and Dimitri laughed at the memory of six year old Wren, begging Dimitri to pick them up in a REAL limo.
“No my elskede, stretch limos are not the dæmon’s style.” Then he rapped his knuckles on the window sharply. “Hey! Få af vinduet! No dæmon prints on my window!” He pulled the door open, and out tumbled a boy with messy dark brown hair. He shook his hair out of his brown eyes, and sat up.
“Sorry, I don’t speak alien. Want to get me a translator?” Wren rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help giggling at Dimitri’s face. It was all starting to make sense now.
“Dimitri said to get off the window; he doesn’t want demon prints on it.” Greyson’s eyes widened.
“Oh hey Wren!” He said, trying to put on a cool smile. “Wait…you know him? And understand him?” Wren nodded,
“Yeah, he used to pick me up when I visited my Grandmother. And he’s not speaking alien, he’s speaking Danish.” Greyson muttered something she couldn’t hear, and stood up.
“How about we head to the studio? You can meet all the people that will be on the tour…and…wait…where’s the rest of your band?” Greyson’s face scrunched up in confusion. Great, here it comes, Wren thought sadly. She was hoping she could spend a little more time with her idol, before she was shipped back to Florida.
“Well…about that…”
(Hey guys! How’s your 2012 going?! Mine’s going great. So, anyway. I was wondering if anyone wanted to be a character in this story? If so, first one to comment with the name of the song (and the band that sings it) that Wren was listening to in the beginning of the chapter wins! Also, include your name, age, physical features, and anything else that may be important for your character (i.e: favorite foods, favorite sayings, favorite bands/singers, where you’re from, if you have an accent of any sort…) and so yeah, that’s about it. Thanks for reading my story! Hope you are liking it…XOXO Emie)
You’re my kryptonite…
Wren pulled her earbuds out, and turned her iPod off, as the pilot announced their arrival at LAX. She couldn’t believe it, after an hour drive to the Orlando airport, a four hour plane ride to Phoenix, Arizona, a three hour layover, and a final hour and a half plane ride; she had made it to Los Angeles. The city of dreams…well…the city of HER dreams anyway. As the plane docked, she dreamed of what this would mean for her…then she remembered. She wasn’t here to stay. She was just apologizing to Greyson Chance about RD pulling out of the tour. She was afraid of what he would say. Would he hate her? Be mad she had taken the free plane ticket? No…he wouldn’t. His manager maybe…but surely not Greyson. He always seemed so sweet. He would understand right? She walked out of the gate, and immediately saw a man in a black uniform, holding a sign that said “Romeo’s Downfall.” She felt her jaw drop. No. WAY! She ran up and hugged him.
“Dimitri!” He gave her a weird look, and then did a double take.
“Emili-” He coughed, “Wren! What are you doing here?!” Wren smiled cheekily,
“Looks like you’re picking me up…again!” Dimitri looked at her, confused.
“Elskede…I am here for a band, not your Grandmama.” Wren giggled at Dimitri’s habit of falling into Danish.
“My band, Dimitri. You are here for my band.” Dimitri looked at her in shock,
“My little sang fuglen has realized her voice? Ros Gud!” Wren shrugged, and smiled.
“C’mon Dimitri, better not keep Greyson Chance waiting.” Dimitri muttered something in Danish, that sounded like ‘jeg ville elske at smide ham ud af et vindue.’ Which, roughly translated meant ‘I would love to throw him out a window,’ so Wren knew she must have heard wrong. Who would want to throw Greyson out of a window? Dimitri looked at her overnight bag wearily, as they started heading towards the baggage claim/exit.
“Is that all you brought?” Wren nodded sadly,
“I’m not staying long.” Dimitri once again gave her a confused look,
“But your band is going on tour with the dæmon, no?” He looked around, as if noticing she was the only one, “Where is your band?” Wren shook her head,
“I’ll explain later.” Dimitri gave her a long look, before leading her to a black SUV. “Still no stretch limo?” She pouted, and her and Dimitri laughed at the memory of six year old Wren, begging Dimitri to pick them up in a REAL limo.
“No my elskede, stretch limos are not the dæmon’s style.” Then he rapped his knuckles on the window sharply. “Hey! Få af vinduet! No dæmon prints on my window!” He pulled the door open, and out tumbled a boy with messy dark brown hair. He shook his hair out of his brown eyes, and sat up.
“Sorry, I don’t speak alien. Want to get me a translator?” Wren rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help giggling at Dimitri’s face. It was all starting to make sense now.
“Dimitri said to get off the window; he doesn’t want demon prints on it.” Greyson’s eyes widened.
“Oh hey Wren!” He said, trying to put on a cool smile. “Wait…you know him? And understand him?” Wren nodded,
“Yeah, he used to pick me up when I visited my Grandmother. And he’s not speaking alien, he’s speaking Danish.” Greyson muttered something she couldn’t hear, and stood up.
“How about we head to the studio? You can meet all the people that will be on the tour…and…wait…where’s the rest of your band?” Greyson’s face scrunched up in confusion. Great, here it comes, Wren thought sadly. She was hoping she could spend a little more time with her idol, before she was shipped back to Florida.
“Well…about that…”
(Hey guys! How’s your 2012 going?! Mine’s going great. So, anyway. I was wondering if anyone wanted to be a character in this story? If so, first one to comment with the name of the song (and the band that sings it) that Wren was listening to in the beginning of the chapter wins! Also, include your name, age, physical features, and anything else that may be important for your character (i.e: favorite foods, favorite sayings, favorite bands/singers, where you’re from, if you have an accent of any sort…) and so yeah, that’s about it. Thanks for reading my story! Hope you are liking it…XOXO Emie)