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as their bags were taken downstairs by a bellhop they followed behind.
    "Only three hours, it's a fifteen hour drive, so I'm glad they paid for the plane ride."  Lizzie tipped the luggage boy, and waved at their host as she appeared in the lobby.
    Angela made her way to the hotel van, trying not to be nervous about flying for the first time.  They made it through security in what she would find out later from Lizzy, would be record time because of the influence of the producers on the show.  Given first class seating, Angela decided if you had to fly this was definitely the way to do it.  Every need they had, which in her case wasn't many, was met by the attentive stewardesses. 
    Watching the clouds from the window was an experience that Angela knew she'd never forget.  Instead of being nervous, the feeling of soaring through the sky had been exhilarating, and she hoped she got the chance to do this again someday.  Lizzy chatted all through the flight and she smiled at how friendly her new friend was.  She had no doubt in her mind at all that she'd never forget the young woman sitting beside her.  Not having Rachel here would have been agonizing without her new friend.
    When they finally landed, Angela wasn't sure if she was happy or not.   The experience had been incredible and it was with a sense of loss that she walked out of the airport terminal.  That melancholy feeling ended the minute they were escorted into two separate limousines. She felt like giggling the minute she was seated inside the luxurious vehicle.  "They really go all out," she whispered, floored by how they were being treated.
    "This show brings in so much revenue, trust me they're getting their money's worth out of us," Lizzie grinned and poured a glass of champagne.  Handing Angela one, she held it up for a toast.
    Angela had never been a drinker, but a glass of champagne, definitely couldn't hurt she thought as she clinked glasses with Lizzy and smiled.  "To being a superstar," she agreed when Lizzie toasted her.  The brunette sitting across from her rolled her eyes, seemingly offended by being in the same car with them.
    "Enjoy it while you can ladies, this show will be won by me," Trish allowed her eyes to roam over the two women in distaste.  She was so much better than these little wastes of time she was forced to endure the company of.  She had been trained by the best, and had no doubt that walking away with the prize would be her shining moment.
    "Wow, conceited much?" You're what, 30?" The younger man sitting at her side chuckled softly at her audacity.  "Devon Myers, ladies, future country superstar." He smiled at Angela and Lizzie, gave a smirk to Trisha.
    "First of all you little bug, I'm twenty-five, and if you're little hillbilly mind knows what opera is, I was trained by the best in the industry."  Trisha glared at the younger man wearing cowboy boots and jeans looking like he'd just walked off a farm.
    "Um nice to meet you Devon, I'm Lizzie, and this is Angela, where are you from?"  Ignoring the catty woman sitting across from them, Lizzy hoped she could change the topic of conversation.  She'd never been one for confrontation, and found it was just a complete waste of positive energy.
    Ignoring the witch next to him, he gave his best smile, "I'm from Texas, and how about you lovely little ladies?"  He noticed the smaller blond, Angela, lowered her eyes, so he looked at Lizzy and smiled brighter.  He believed that if a woman didn't want your attention you shouldn't give it to her, so he turned to the one that did.
    "I'm from New York; I'm attending music school there." Lizzie thought the cowboy in front of her was one of the cutest men she'd seen in a long time and couldn't wait to get to know him better.
    "New Jersey," Angela whispered, keeping her eyes down, having no interest in talking to this guy or any other for that matter.
    "Maybe I will have a little competition," Trisha laughed as if that idea was