Streets of Madrid experience
SAMIRA's POV
I push all my thoughts aside and launch myself at Jason. "ONWARDS MY FAVOURITE PIGGY!" I giggle, wrapping my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, so he's giving me a piggyback ride. With an oomph, he holds my legs in place. I feel his body vibrate, giving away the fact that he is indeed laughing at me.
Let me tell you something about Jason. He is my favorite dance partner. Oh, you should see him during Bollywood night. Heck he's one of my favorite humans ever. No one has made me laugh as hard as Neal and Jason.
I squeal as he twirls me. I laugh and hold him tighter. I look at Nina, who's making puppy eyes at Kevin. "Climb on lizard" he rolls his eyes. I mentally laugh, remembering the backstory of the nickname.
Kevin wanted to scare her so when she was fast asleep, he placed a rubber snake on her stomach and hissed loudly inside her ear. Her eyes widened and she shot up. When she saw something jump off her, she screamed "LIZARD" and jumped on Kevin.
"RACE" I scream. At the count of three, Jason and Kevin dash out running, making it through the stadium gate and onto the field. We completely forget about the race, taking in the sight in front of us. I hop of his back and stare dumbfounded at the huge grassy field.
"Good morning, I am Mr. Vasquez, in charge of the opening of the UEFA Champions League ceremony. Let me escort you to your green room." a gruff man with a dad bod in his late forties announces, rolling his r's in his thick Spanish accent.
We follow him and see the huge stage we had practiced on, now looking complete with the lights and background décor. My heart bubbles, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.
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"This is the first song we had ever recorded and is the most special to us as a group. AFTER THE SUNSET!" Raissa announces and the crowd erupts in applause.
The song starts and even though I was tired after the four other songs we performed, the cheering of the crowd recharges my batteries. The feeling of being loved never gets old. I flash a toothy smile and give my very best, like always.
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BLAKE's POV
"AY THAT WAS AMAZING!" I howl as soon as we get off stage. Everyone was super thrilled and this must've been one of my favourite performances.
"Good job my kids!" Yonta wipes a fake tear off. She's no doubt our favourite hippie. "Ok now don't forget we are leaving for Moscow tomorrow at nine in the morning so get ready by eight thirty." She informs and we nod our heads, still giddy about the killer performance we gave.
We reach our hotel and it's Around seven pm. Looks like everyone went to bed so I sit on the lounge, still not sleepy. I hear faint laughter and follow the sound.
At the end of the lobby, I see Sam and Jason talking about something. Not to be an eavesdropper but I was just a curious cat that needed satisfaction to bring him back.
"Wanna sneak? We still didn't get the whole streets of Madrid experience." Jason asks with puppy eyes. "Woah Jay I don't know, what if we get in trouble?" Samira says, nervously. "Come on girl live a little!Let's call Sandra too cause she told she can't sleep. The rest of them hit the bed as soon as we reached, please Sam?"
"I WANT IN!" I yell and run towards them. I give a sheepish smile when I realise I probably scared the crap out of them.
Samira looks unsure for a second. "Why the hell not" she finally says and we whisper a woohoo.
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We see an open shack with a huge banner that read LA PAPA GRANDE (the big potato) and decided to try the food there. We settle for the table at the very centre of the place.
"Are you sure none of these buff dudes will randomly decide to kill us?" Sandra looks around nervously. "Relax, we won't let anyone harm you gals." I reassure, mostly myself.
"Qué deseas" the skinny waiter asks with a cigar in his mouth. Kristina always yelled this at me so I knew it meant 'what do you want'. Pssh what a rude dude. Ha that rhymed.
"I'd like to speak to your manager." I say with my British accent clear as day. "Jeez Karen we didn't need an appearance ." Sam snickers and I roll my eyes. She's sitting right opposite me. We place our orders and wait for our delicious food.
In about ten minutes the same lanky middle aged man returns with our food. We hear rumbling and right behind Samira we see a group of Giant males with tattoos all over their exposed skin. Now this is the Real Madrid experience we wanted.
The biggest one of the lot stands up and looks like he's giving them a pep talk. We ignore them and dig into the aromatic paradise in front of us.
"Sam you are a French fry" I say randomly. "You are a so childish." She says and throws a fry at me, which I catch in my mouth. I take a sip on my horchata and give her a wink. I feel an unexpected kick on my shin from under the table and my
drink flies forward but Samira dodges it with her super ninja skills.
You'd think everything is fine except,
The drink fell on the pep talk giving Mafia boss's face.