Struggles of a Fangirl

Struggle #47

Four.

That's how many concerts are left until the tour ends. The days have flown by faster than I hoped and its almost time for my mindless experience to come to an end. Time to leave all my new friends and go back to a school full of people who don't understand me like they do.

I'm kind of excited though. I miss my parents and Kyle, I miss Jayla and Imani too. I can't wait to go home and print out all the pictures I've taken during my months here and stick them on my wall. I want to answer fan questions and go back on tumblr and twitter. I want to lay in my bed and not have to worry about rolling too far and falling off of it like the bunk bed on the tour bus.

Six days. That's how much longer I'm here for. How much longer I have to enjoy hanging with my celebrity friends and live it up like a teenager is supposed to. Six more days to live luxuriously in hotels, tour buses and fancy SUVs.

And what better way to savor these moments than a big birthday bash? It's August 10th, Jacob Latimore's 17th birthday. And to celebrate, he's throwing a big party at a upscale club in downtown Alabama. Fans are invite but only if they have a ticket to get in. And of course all his celebrity friends are going to be there.

We didn't have a fancy makeup team to get us all glammed up this time, so I trust Joya to do my make up without having me look like a clown. We all spent at least an hour and a half getting ready. By the time we were done I had on a red pencil skirt with a black and white pinstriped shirt and black vest. I decided to play it safe and wear black wedge sandals, I'm not trying to injure anyone's foot today or fall just by walking.

I was enjoying my extensions so much that I couldn't decide what I wanted to do with them. Renee convinced me to put it in a neat bun so I ended up having a big bun positioned on the very top of my head. I decided to wear my glasses because I kind of miss them. It may be hard to believe because most people wish for contacts or 20/20 vision, but I actually like my glasses. They set me apart from all the other typical pretty faces.

When we're finally ready, we go down to the lobby and meet up with the boys. Myles is tagging along with us today, mostly because Willow is gonna be at the party and he wants to chill with her. The first person I notice is Prince. He's wearing his famous long overalls, a black shirt and a hoodie underneath. I raise an eyebrow at him once I'm close enough.

"Aren't you gonna sweat in that? Once everyone starts dancing its gonna get hot in the club." I tell him.

He shrugs his shoulders, "I'll be fine. Performing in heavy letterman jackets has made me accustomed to a little bit of sweat." He tells me before taking my hand and lifting it, signaling for me to spin around. I spin cautiously, careful not to trip in my shoes. When I face Prince again he's smiling, "You look really nice Kay Kay, I like when your hair is pushed back, it emphasizes your pretty face."

I blush hard, if I was just a little lighter my face would probably be the color of a tomato. "Thank you, it was Renee's idea."

"Well she did a great job." Says a robotic voice I turn to see Prodigy appear next to me. He's dressed in a red jersey with cargo shorts and a red and black SnapBack. He's still on vocal rest so he types words into google translate on his phone in order to communicate with us. He gives me a sweet smile and types something else, "You look beautiful."

I cover my cheeks with my hands, "Stop it, you guys are making me blush." I tell them. To say that I'm not completely flattered right now is a lie. They're both so sweet to me and all I can do is stand here like a blushing idiot. I bet London would be able to come back with a flirty compliment for both of them. Unfortunately, my brain works awkwardly and I'd probably say something dumb like "your teeth look nice and white." Or something like that.