If This Was A Movie

8. traffic & broken cameras

JAMES had finally arrived back to the hotel after what seemed like hours of pushing through the crowd of fans. Her bag rested on her shoulder felt as though it was filled with a ton of bricks. Gracie and Abby had set off a bit earlier, not staying for Taylor's entire set. Leaving the photographer to fend for herself.

Beads of sweat dripped down her face and meshed with her chestnut hair. Upon entering the lobby of the large hotel, her legs just about gave out. Her dark t-shirt had an outline of sweat from the Texas heat as it neared well past midnight.

She found herself unhappy as she reminisced the people pushing to and from, attempting to reach their cars faster. It was no use of course, the lot remained packed and traffic was at a stand still.

Although, many caught sight of the parade entourage as she left the arena. Stopping to take pictures, accompanied by the shrieks from fans all around. James however, continued her walk. Hoping that maybe the distraction would allow her to flee.

Despite the concert being over for more than an hour and a half, she remained stood in the crowd. Worried, that someone would break the thousands of dollars worth of camera equipment that remained at her side.

She hadn't caught another sight of Adrian since the night before, happy that he had left her alone the entire time. James believed she had seen him creeping behind her a few times, peaking over her shoulder as she watched the pop star perform.

Taylor had seemingly exited the area fairly quickly, a car had arrived outside waiting for her. As for her dancers, they piled into the car behind her.

They had all been staying at the same hotel the past few nights, preparing for rehearsals each day that week. Countless hours had been spent learning all of the choreography for what it seemed like, it paid off.

Taylor was lost in conversation with Paul, her lead guitarist who had been with her since the very start of her career. He had grown fond of her very early on and saw her potential.

She and Paul shared a laugh as the car pulled up in front of the hotel, causing the rest of the band to cheer at another successful night of tour. A few bodyguards escorted them into the hotel towards their rooms, sheltering them from any oncoming fans who might catch sight.

The hotel was fairly quiet for the most part, as it should, especially since it neared one in the morning. The band continued on toward the elevators, leading up to their room when Taylor caught sight of something.

She stopped in her tracks, watching as one of her body guards struggled in carrying a load of bags inside. Chuckling to herself, she wearily moved her tired body towards him, offering her help.

The man smiled towards her, leading shortly in front of her and held the door open as her hands were full. When she went to enter the hotel for the second time that night when she bumped into someone, who also had their hands full.

The sheer force of Taylors pace, knocked the other person backwards, causing them to fall towards the ground. Bags went flying and a loud thud could be heard as the person fell.

"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry, here let me help you!" Taylor exclaimed, placing the remaining ones in her hands on the ground. She offered her hand to the person who pried the load of suitcases and backpacks off of them. Only to find- "James?" she wondered.