'We all here yet?' Mark asked as he scanned the crowd of dancers, stage crew and musicians.

'Yeah Markus. We all here!' TJ cried.

'Let's go already!' Britney added.

'Calm down Brit.' TJ smirked. 'We'll be on our way in a few.'

'I know. I know, but I just wanna go.' Britney pouted.

'Okay, okay. We're goin'.' Mark sighed. 'Everyone, get into the busses. We don't have a lot of time left.'

'How come?' Alex asked.

'We're gonna lose a lot of time in traffic-jams downtown.' Mark explained.

'I hate those things.' Britney whined. 'Why can't we take a plane to the airport...'

'Oh, shut up Britney!' Angela cried.

'And why would I wanna do that?' Britney asked.

'Because you're nothing more, nothing less than an extremely spoiled little BRAT!' Angela explained.

'Two-One for the lady in red.' Allen smirked.

'Shut up Allen!' Britney cried and barged into the bus.

'Where are ya goin'?' TJ asked.

'I'm goin' to sit in the back. And I'd appreciate if you BRATS would leave me ALONE!'

'Whatever you want my dear.' TJ snickered and sat down with the others.

'It sounds like little miss Spears is having a bad mood.' Mark snickered.

'Neh. She's suffering from jitters.' TJ said.

'Britney Spears? Suffering from jitters?' Angela repeated. 'I can't believe my ears.'

'Well it's true. She always gets like this when we go overseas to perform. She'll be okay when we're on the plane.' Mark explained. 'She'll come around.'

The buses where packed so they where ready to leave.
 

'Last boarding call for flight KL 601 to Amsterdam, departing from gate F6. I repeat, last boarding call for flight KL 601 to Amsterdam, departing from gate F6. Thank you.'  The intercom said.

'We have to hurry. We didn't even check in yet.' Mark said and started to rush through the departure lounge.

'What's the fuss all about?' Britney wondered. 'Can't they just delay the plane for me?'

'No baby Brit. They can't.' TJ replied.
 
It took them 30 minutes to get everybody checked in. Mark arranged a 15 minute delay for Britney's plane. But they, never the less, had to hurry.

'Come on guys. Run for it.' Alex said, grabbed Angela's hand and pulled her towards the gate.
 
'Good morning. Tickets please.' The young lady at the gate said.

'Good morning. Here you go.' Alex said and handed her both his and Angela's tickets.

'Thank you. Business class is located in the front of the plane. Enjoy your flight.' She said and smiled.

'Thank you.' Angela said, took the tickets and walked through the gate.

'Let's go sit down.' Alex suggested.

'Shouldn't we be waiting for the rest?' Angela wondered.

'Neh, they'll be fine.'

'Okay. If you say so.' Angela smirked as they walked into the plane.
 
'Good morning. Have a nice flight.' The stewardess said.

'Thank you. You too.' Alex said and smiled.
 
Is he flirting with her? Angela wondered. Alex was smiling brightly at every single stewardess that passed them. Yes, he is flirting! With every single one of them! Angela's crush was gone like clouds on a bright sunny day.
 

 
They plane landed on Schiphol airport at 3.55 AM.

'We're here!' Alex cried as he walked of the plane.

'Man, it's dark over here.' TJ noticed.

'I gotta go to the bathroom...' Angela whispered.

'I gotta get some sleep.' Britney whined.
 
The whole crew was exhausted. They suffered from a 9 hour jetlag. Alex guided Angela to the nearest bathroom.
 
'Are you okay honey?' he asked when she walked out again.

'Yeah, I'm cool. Just felt a little dizzy. That's all.' She replied.
 
'Alright everybody. We're off to the carousels now to get our luggage. And then it's off into the busses that are waiting outside.' Mark explained.

'Which hotel are we staying at?' Britney asked.

'I'm not completely sure yet.' Mark said. 'It's either the Rembrandt Hotel or Golden Tulip's Krasnapolsky.'

'I hope it's the Krasnapolsky.' TJ said.

'Why?' Angela asked.

'Krasnapolsky is located in the center of Amsterdam. While Rembrandt isn't.' Alex explained.

'A-ha. I understand why you don't wanna stay at the Rembrandt.' Angela said.

'Well. It's not that we don't wanna stay there. The hotel itself is magnificent. It's nicely decorated and they provide great service. But Krasnapolsky is bigger, better and it's location is really good.' Mark explained. 'We prefer staying there.'

'Yeah Mark. Well right now I don't care shit about the damn hotel! I need to get some serious sleep. I'm exhausted!' Britney whined.

'We all are babe. Calm down, we'll be there soon.' TJ whispered and pulled her close for comfort.

'There's one more thing I need to say about Krasnapolsky.' Alex said.

'Which will be?' Mark asked.

'Room service provides the best damn cookies I have ever tasted!' Alex cried.

'I totally second that.' Britney said. 'The cookies are amazing! Almost as good as the real chocolate chips.'

'Thank God for that hotel's chocolate chip cookies!' TJ exclaimed.

'AMEN, to that.' Angela added with a grin.
 

 
Angela yawned and stretched out.

'Jetlag finally getting to ya...' Alex smirked. Angela nodded.

'Come here.' He pulled her close as she leaned her head on his shoulder. 'Better?'

'Yeah. Much better.' Angela replied and closed her eyes.
 
The buses crossed Amsterdam and pulled over at the main entrance of the hotel.

'We're here Brit.' TJ said and carefully woke Britney up.

'Huh? What?' she mumbled.

'We're here baby.'

'Thank god.' Britney sighed.
 
'Angie, baby. Wake up.' Alex said.

'I'm awake.' Angela whispered. 'I'm up. Give me a few seconds mum.' Alex snickered.

'Get out of bed right now young lady.' He exclaimed. Angela opened her eyes and looked at him. 'Ah. She's up.'

'You think that's funny?' she asked. Alex nodded. 'I'll show you funny! Come here you dork!'

'No! Please don't!' Alex cried as Angela chased him out of the bus into the hotel lounge.
 

They where checked in and tucked in less than 45 minutes later.

'What's with these office people?' Angela wondered. 'It's 4 in the morning and their already awake and smiling. I just don't get it...'

'Me neither.' Britney said as she turned around. 'Night.'

'Yeah. Night.' Angela replied and "killed" the lights. 'What a day... what a day.'

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