Messi's Sister

Chapter 29

Adriana's POV

Well, today is the day that I play Real Madrid.

And I am super nervous.

What was this thing that Josh warned me about? Please do not involve stealing clothes. I don't have enough to be stolen and still dress for a week.

The sad truth...

Ugh. I am procrastinating again. Get dressed Adri.

You know what, I am going to call myself Adri. It is short for both Adriana and Adrian.

Anyway, today was the day of my Debut for the Real Madrid Men's team, and I was as nervous as... Well... something super nervous. I can't even think.

After glancing at the time, I start getting dressed in my man outfit. I decided not to go running so I didn't tire myself for today's game. This is super important.

Is my name a viral thing now? Will people recognize me in the streets? Probably someone will and then I will be mobbed. That's how it worked when I found out I was Leo's sister.

I guess I will call Joshy or someone. I still don't have a car.

I dialed his number, and he answered fairly quickly.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hey, Joshy, this is Adrian. Are you at the stadium yet?" I questioned.

"I was about to leave. Why?" He responded.

"I need a ride. I still haven't gotten my pay and I don't have a car," I answered.

"Sure. I'll be there in a few. Be waiting outside," he said and ended the call.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, he pulled into my driveway in a 2015 Ferarri LaFerarri, and I was immediately jealous. If I am going to be kidnapped and put on a pro soccer team, can you at least give me money to buy a car?

I just realized how bad that sounded...

Anyway, I got into Joshy's car and we set off to the stadium.

"I wish I had a car," I grumbled.

"Hey, if you play how you played in practice, and use their weaknesses against them, they should stand no chance. And then you will get paid a lot for endorsements and stuff like that!" He exclaimed.

"I just hope no one wants me to model. I know that will end terribly," I commented with a nervous laugh.

"Dude, that would be hilarious! I could just picture your face if some company asked you to sign a contract on modeling. Priceless!" He laughed.

"You do know that I already have an unofficial modeling contract with Lupo, right?" I asked the man sitting next to me.

"You mean, like Neymar's modeling agency?" He asked while looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. It's a long story..." I trailed off.

"I was about to say we've got time, but we're here. Welcome to Allianz Arena," He said while gazing up at the giant silver colored work of art.

"Woah," was all I could say.

"Here. I'll drop you off and you can go in. I'll put the car in my spot," He said while letting me out.

I found a small entrance with a security guard, and I immediately went over to him.

"Name?" He asked me.

"Adrian Malinowski," I responded, and he let me in.

I found the locker room without too much trouble, and a handful of the guys were already there, most of which weren't wearing shirts.