The morning light was beaming through the window. It was time to face a new day. Destiny crawled out of bed and slowly walked over to the window. Lazily, she opened the curtain. A small smile came to her face. Destiny loved traveling, but lately, she wasn’t feeling like herself. She walked over to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She used to like what she saw, not anymore. Her deep forest green eyes looked tired. Her ash blond hair was messy and the body language that once showed a strong, confident person showed a sleepy, confused one. It frightened her to see herself like that.
Destiny grew up in a small town. Small towns are usually the same. A person knows everyone and everyone knows him. They know everything about that person, the good and the bad. There is no hiding, no secrets, no privacy. Still there was closeness, a feeling of family, friends, the people you’ll know forever. She lived with her grandmother. Her father was one of the main managers for Columbia Records and he was always moving around. She preferred living in her own hometown. She learned a few lessons in that town. Lessons that helped her deal with what was to come. Prejudice was a part of Destiny’s life. Ever since she was young people thought she was getting help from her father, that all her achievements were not her own, but her father’s. Destiny’s goal was to prove to those people wrong. It was her life. She was independent and she intended to keep it that way. To make prove her point she joined Jive Records. Working as a choreographer for one of the most successful vocal harmony groups (Note: LOL avoiding the “boy band” term) of her time, The Backstreet Boys.
Destiny always got along with them, they were like her family, most of them anyway. There was always AJ. He was always so friendly to everyone else but when it came to her, he was colder than ice. At least she had the other guys to go to when he acted that way towards her.
She knew that she had to leave. It was her only way out of this mess. Out of all the mixed feelings she had. Quickly, she got dressed, threw all her clothes into a small suitcase and took the elevator down to the lobby.
“Destiny? Jesus you look like crap” The man starred at her coldly
“Always the one to flatter a lady, AJ”
“A lady? Where I don’t see one” He stared over at her suitcase. “Where are you going?” he questioned.
“Like you care”
He ignored her, “You’re not bailing are you? I warned the guys that you would do this, but did they listen? NO. ‘what are you talking about AJ? She’s an angel, stop with your BS’ Well who was talking BS? They were. She’s leaving. For once I was right. Lets see how they’ll react to this. Probably have a mad fit. Their wonderful Destiny is leaving...” AJ stopped realizing that Destiny wasn’t in sight. “Oh Shit...BITCH” He yelled and took the elevator to his floor to tell the other guys.
The scene upstairs was a familiar one to AJ. As usual, piles of dirty clothes were covering the floor. AJ laughed as he saw Kevin and Nick fighting over another ridiculous matter . Howie, as always, was standing in front of the mirror, trying to fix his hair for the millionth time. Brian was trying to put his shoes on while watching an unfamiliar sport on TV.
“Listen Kevin, I didn’t do anything with your shoes.”
“ STOP lying Nick, be responsible”
“I’m not lying, what would I want with your fucking shoes?”
“Oh I don’t know...WEAR them?”
Nick chuckled, “Your shoes? Yeah right”
“Damnitt Kevin, your stupid shoes are under your bed, now be QUIET” Brian yelled
“Hey guys stop this crap, I have some news” AJ walked over and turned the TV off
“HEY!” Brian yelled.
“Hey Bri, anyway listen up...like i said before I have some news.”
“News?” Brian questioned.
“You pregnant?”
“Funny Nicky. Anyway, listen to this...”AJ said as he sat down on the chair, that was also covered with clothes.
“Dude, That’s my shirt you’re sitting on”
“Deal with it” AJ stared coldly at him “She’s gone.”
“Who’s she?” Howie yelled from the bathroom.
“Destiny”
Destiny walked over to the information desk. The woman at the desk was busy talking on the phone to someone who seemed to be her friend.
“Excuse me miss, I have a question I would like to ask you. So if you could please put the phone down for a minute...I would really appreciate it.”
“Pardon?”
“Great, you don’t understand English do you?” She asked annoyed
The woman looked clueless. Ignoring Destiny, she returned to her conversation.
“Gee, thanks” Destiny dug into her bag, looking for a English-French dictionary.
“Pardon?” Destiny started.
“Oui?”
“Hold on” she said as she looked up words in the thick book.
Yet again, the woman returned to her phone call.
“Savez-vous n'importe qui parle anglais fluent?” She asked in broken French
(do you know anyone who speaks fluent English)
“Excusez-Moi?” The woman asked barley lifting her head up.
“Ugh, screw it” she said as she exited the hotel.