The New Year's Wish by Sophia Greene Page B

"What?" Jackson yelled.
"SHIT!" I repeated. "This is Kayla's ticket!" I practically ran back into the living room.
Kevin took the piece of paper from my hand.
"Yup, this is Kayla's ticket for her flight to Paris in about two hours from Geneva."
"So does she have your ticket then?" Tom asked while carefully stroking his new guitar.
"I don't know. How could this happen? She's always so organized...I've got to call her!"
I ran back to fish out my mobile from my coat pocket. I rang her number. She didn't pick up so I left her a message, then I rang her 4 more times. My pulse was racing and I was becoming more and more nervous. She was going to kill me! Whoever she was meeting in Paris, it was clear that it was important to her and somehow I'd fucked it up for her. Ironic, when she always took such good care of me!
After calling her non-stop in between the day's jamming sessions, I was persuaded to finally stop trying by Tom. Now I was standing by the window, looking at the sun disappearing behind the top of the mountain. Tom grabbed my shoulder and tried to reassure me that all was well.
"She probably just got a new ticket, and is already in Paris. She always handles everything, this is no big deal for her. You'll talk to her next week." It made sense. The things she had to deal with in her job for me, was far bigger and more complicated than a simple ticket switch. She was a big girl, more than capable of taking care of herself.
I sat down to eat with the boys. Jackson had cooked up a mean chili, the only food he could make, and soon I was back into the chat. Tom was talking about a play he was due to start next month in London’s West End and he was psyched about it.
    After jamming and drinking beer that night we all crashed on our luxurious giant beds. My bedroom was the smallest but nonetheless exquisite. In the corner was a stone fireplace and the bed´s headboard was expensive soft brown leather. There was a soft plush beige rug and posh mahogany nightstands and a dresser. I had a private balcony overlooking a white landscape with mountain tops sticking out and snow dusted spruce trees running up and down the mountainsides. I had an en suite complete with bathtub on golden lion feet and golden taps on the sink. This place was costing us a fortune to rent for a week, but it didn't matter to us anymore. I rarely splurged on anything, except guitars and other musical stuff, as I never had the time but now that I had, I indulged myself. Life was good. Of course Kayla had found this place for us, because we wouldn't know what to look for or where to look and I think she was afraid we'd book ourselves a simple little cottage, with no kitchen or bathroom, if left to our own devices. She'd be right, which was exactly why I didn't want to lose her as my assistant.
I checked my phone before stepping into the shower. It wasn't like her to not respond to me. Was she really that angry with me? I hadn't done it on purpose, she must have known that? Should I be worried or were the boys right? I decided to leave it for now and call her in the morning.
    The second day of my holiday was everything I nee ded it to be. First we went into the small town, stocking up on supplies for the fridge. When we got back, we went skiing. Whizzing down the mountainsides, feeling the wind against my body was the perfect way to unwind after a year of non-stop work.
We spent the afternoon out on the slopes. Later we all spilled into the house laughing with tiredness settling in our muscles and hunger beginning to make an appearance. Tom and I had the sandwich duty, while Jackson and Kevin worked up the fire. Jackson's animated voice, talking about something he'd experienced during a recent concert with his band, drifted into the kitchen. He was living both his dreams, as a musician and an actor. He didn't sleep much in between filming and touring, and time for a girlfriend was out of the question. None of us had much time for dating, though the