I hated planes, being absolutely terrified of them. If I could choose to die, or ride in a plane, I would choose death in a heartbeat.

I think it was just the turbulence that scared me, but hey, who knows? I requested not to be put into first class, but normal class, because, well, it seemed more fair, since I was still a person. I didn't need any special treatment, even though I was touring with a large group. New and upcoming singer should still be treated like a normal person. I'm sure by the time the plane landed, I fixed my medium brown hair 20 times at least, changing styles.

I bumped arms with the girl sitting next to me, making her even more annoyed. She placed her pillow between me and her, so I couldn't accidentally elbow her anymore.

I listened to the same album over and over again, Blurryface, along with their other 2 albums. They were all pretty great, I could see why they had such a large following. One song stuck to me.

Doubt.

Just the lyrics and music were amazing. Don't forget about me, even when you doubt me. So nice, but really thought provoking. Is it about beliefs? Or is it about someone the lead singer loves?

Once my plane landed, after 9 hours, including a 3 hour delay in the creepy and weird Denver airport. It was overcrowded and warm, let alone the conspiracies behind it. I was sitting next to a really quiet, but cute boy. No older than 16, young flyer waiting for the crossover.

On the next plane, a baby stared crying half way through and that was just amazing when you were sleep deprived, on a caffeine high, and terrified for your life.

I felt the plane descend even more and I gasped. I gripped the arm rests even more, and I breathed in and out. The plane finally landed, and I sighed, letting my muscles become less tense. We started to slow down, and got attached to the airport. I was in the mid back, so I would be on here for a while.

I got up and reached up for my bag, and a hand touched mine. I pulled away and frowned. I turned around and looked at the person. The guy was pretty tall, 6'5 at least, had black hair all over the place and frowned. He rubbed his arm, and sighed. He seemed a bit familiar, but I shook it off.

"I-I'm sorry, lady." He muttered, a scratchy voice coming from his mouth. I smiled slightly and nodded.

"It's alright. I'm just trying to get to a backstage thing, I have enough time. It's only... 2 PM." I started to ramble on, fidgeting, still very nervous.

The guy had already gone with music blaring into his ears. I sighed and grabbed my bag, aggressively. I shook it off and waited another 10 minutes to get off. I walked through the airport, keeping to myself and walking quickly to grab my other bags and such, but managed to fit all my clothing into my carry on sports bag, so I didn't need to wait for other baggage.

I thought I would be able to buy some band shirts and buy some on the road. I got to the fragile conveyor and waited there for my bag of instruments. My red and white hoodie hung loosely off my body, a size too big. My boyfriend jeans were unravelling, and I reached down to fix them.

My black and white electric guitar, Elise, was still being brought in. I sat in a chair with my bag on my lap, and waited. I saw a few people with Twenty One Pilots shirts, probably flying in for the concert.

I smiled and walked over to one girl, who looked extremely irritable, "You like Twenty One Pilots?" I asked, my fairly high pitched voice going up at the end. She looked at me weirdly, and nodded hesitantly, not expecting this new enthusiasm.

"Nice! I'm actually touring with them, and I'm replacing Echosmith. It's gonna be awesome." I smiled and looked away. I heard a small snicker and then full thrown laughter.

"Y-You? O-On tour?! Oh my god, you gotta be kidding me." She laughed and pointed at my face, practically pissing herself. A few people looked over at us, and I rolled eyes.

I shook my head, pushing it off. "When I become famous, I'll mention you, and it won't be a good mention." I smiled, and I head the buzzer going off, meaning fragiles were in.

I grabbed my guitar and look outside for my taxi cab. I saw someone holding a paper with my name on it, well, Doubt, and I shook the guys hand, and he led me to the cab for me.

I couldn't stop thinking about what that girl said. Would Doubt become an actual star, or just a wannabe phony?

'Fear might be the death of me, fear leads to anxiety,'

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Chapter 2 is up!

Big thank to dundelions bc she's like my bestie.