The plane landed in New York and the girls fought their way off the plane.
"That was the worst plane ride that I have ever been on!" Megan said, as she and Muzic walked up the terminal to the main part of the airport. When they reached the door and saw their names on a sign held by a man in a black suit, all the nervousness that she had felt came back. "But I guess it was worth it."
"You guess?!? We are going to see the hottest guys on the face of the planet and you only guess that two hours of pure hell on that plane was worth it?"
"OK, OK... don't give yourself an ulser. Geez!" Megan said as they made there way to the man with the sign.
"Hi. I'm guessing you two are the contest winners?" They both nodded. "Well, come with me. We'll go get your luggage and then get you to your hotel. The concert starts at 7:30 and I'm guessing that you girls are gonna want to freshen up before going to the show."
"No kidding! I don't think I've been on a worse flight!" Muzic said as they started walking to the baggage claim.
"Oh...so it's OK for you to complain about it..." Before Megan could say anything else, Muzic covered her mouth. Until Megan licked her.
"Ewww! Megs what did you do that for?!?" Muzic whined, whiping her hand on Megan's shirt sleeve.
"My mouth will only be covered with my own hand or someone else's mouth!"
The man in the suit laughed a little. By that time they had reached the baggage claim and were waiting for the girls suitcases.
"I think that's mine...." Muzic said, ignoring Megan's comment.
"How many other bright purple and yellow suitcases do you think were on the plane?" Megan said, smiling.
"OK" The man leaned over and looked at the tags. "Lisa Travis?" he questioned.
"Yup that's me." He grabbed it off the carosal and they waited for Megan's bag. "It's amazing.... our bags get on the plane together, but they never seem to get off the plane together."
"No kidding... You'd think that they could organize things better... but oh well."
"I take it you are not an airport person?" The man asked.
"I have spent entirely too much time at airports. My parents traveled all the time and I got dragged along simply because they didn't have anything else to do with me. But I guess it's OK. I mean it could have been worse... I could have stayed in the same place all my life."
"Hey, Meg, isn't that your bag?" Muzic asked, pointing to a green piece of luggage.
"Looks like it." They checked the tags and grabbed it once they confirmed that it was hers.
They walked out of the airport and were lead over to a huge, black streach limo. "Holy crap!" Muzic exclaimed. "That's for us?" The man nodded. "Coolness!" she said, getting in while he held the door open for her.
"What's your name?" Megan asked before she got in the car.
"Wilson."
"Cool. Thanks for your help, we would have been lost if you hadn't been here."
"Just doing my job Miss."
"OK..." Megan said, getting into the car. He closed the door for her and then put their bags in the trunk.
Twenty minutes later the girls were out of the limo and in front of the nicest hotel either of them had ever seen. "Damn.... This is no Days Inn..." Muzic said, looking up and the monsterous building.
"No, Miss. It's the Ritz." Wilson said as he set their bags on the ground and shut the trunk. "Come on, lets get you ladies checked in so you can get ready for your big night." He picked up their bags and lead the way into the hotel. The girls follow behind him with their carry-ons. "Why don't you girls go sit over there? I'll get everything squared away." The girls did as they were told and went to sit on one of the couches that were set up in the lobby.
"Wow. Look at this place. I can't believe that we are staying here for the weekend." Muzic said, looking around the large room.
"No kidding! This is so cool! And you know what the second best part about it is? We don't have to pay for it!"
"What's the best part about it?"
"Hello?!? We are spending the weekend here with the BOYS!" She said, smiling.
"Oh yeah.... I knew that."
"Sure you did Muz."
"OK girls, here are your room keys and the bell hop will bring your things to your room. I'll see you at, lets say.... 6:30, if you want to get to the concert on time?"
"We get to ride in the limo to the concert?"
"Of course!"
"Cool!" Muzic said. The girls said bye to Wilson and made their way to their room.
"1880, 1882, 1884, 1886... here it is! Room #1888!" Megan said, looking at the key she held in her hand and then at the number on the door. She incerted the key and turned the knob. "Jesus, Mary and Joesph.... Good Lord!"
"What?" Muzic had been inspecting the carpeting, trying to figure out if that was really gold thread.
"Come here and look for your self..."
