New day New luck? After a somewhat chaotic start, a new day had dawned in L.A. But what do you do now, in a strange country, in a strange city and in a strange house? Do you start your day like any other? Or it turns everything upside down.
Emma didn't seem to be put off by the whole thing, because the Parisian simply followed through with her morning rituals. The whole thing started first with the fact that she turned off the alarm clock after it rang and sank back into the land of dreams. And that about three or four times until she tortures herself out of bed half asleep.
She slept much too well in the strange bed than it could have been legal, it wasn't even possible to get up until her stomach spoke up and the brown-haired woman couldn't help but slowly, very slowly towards the small bathroom which adjoined her room. Waking up was out of the question, so she quickly discarded the idea of ​​putting on make-up or even getting dressed, that would have to wait until after breakfast and, above all, until after her cocoa. So she basically just went to the bathroom to comb her hair so it didn't look too bad and then headed downstairs, where hopefully her cocoa was already waiting. But it was a no go for them when it was warmed up in the microwave. The milk had to be warmed up nicely on the stove, just as her mother always did. Yes, her mother, the thought of her parents in France made the smile on her face disappear for a brief moment. But she knew that her parents were happy for her and tonight she would write them a letter, but first one thing after the other, now the others and a delicious breakfast were waiting for them.

With Nathe, however, the whole thing looked a lot different. The Londoner was awake before his cell phone even gave him the order to get up. Whether it was because he slept badly elsewhere or simply went to bed too early, he didn't know and he didn't care. But he knew one thing and was that he was unusually restless. Today the 'training' would begin and he couldn't wait. But he probably still had to be patient, the others were definitely not awake yet.
"I'll run a lap ..." he whispered into the silence of the room and swung himself out of bed. For him it was totally normal to wake up quickly and especially early. He pulled the curtains and looked out the window, although his room faced the back so that he couldn't see how much was already going on on the streets of LA, but it was enough for a quick weather check and how should it be in the summer be different? Dry and the first rays of sun tickled the blades of grass. Perfect weather!
But while the ice cream lover was getting dressed, his skateboard caught his eye, also an option.Test LA's streets.
And so he grabbed his board instead of running shoes, of course he didn't forget his sunglasses and made his way downstairs quietly. The whole house was still asleep, no wonder considering the time.

Gio and Yuki didn't seem to be put off either, the two girls shared a room and therefore had a correspondingly larger bathroom. If you could really call the small tiled rooms a bathroom. There were two sinks and a toilet in them. Not more than that - apart from a mirror and a small cupboard. Still, you could stand in it for two - at least in Gio and Yuki's bathroom - and that's all the two of them needed. At the end of the hall were two large bathrooms, with a bathtub and a shower.
Anyway, Yuki got up at the first beep of the alarm clock, the little Japanese girl had almost been waiting for the relieving sound that she couldn't go back to sleep. She had been awake for what felt like ten hours and had now had enough of pondering. Her red-haired roommate Giovanna wanted to let her sleep, however, and so the little Japanese withdrew quietly into the bathroom. It would take longer than the redhead anyway, so she could start right now. Yesterday evening she had talked to the Italian and unpacked her suitcase so far that she could get at everything without having to rummage.
It was a strange feeling for her to be so far away from home, she wasn't directly homesick, but it was strange. She knew what an opportunity this was. It was one of those who usually walks past you waving. But not to Yuki, Yuki had taken the chance and would do it now, even if that meant that she couldn't go home for a long time. She had to live with that now.

Harry was much further along at the time, the Londoner had literally fallen out of bed when five or six children ran past his window screaming. He was a light sleeper, which had to do with the fact that he slept on the street most of the time, if you slept like a rock you were quickly rid of everything you had. You had to be careful there. But the Londoner took his time, it was still early and he had no desire to hurry. Maria had stuffed most of his clothes into the washing machine, he hadn't had the luxury for a long time and there was simply not enough money for a laundromat. In his closet, however, he found new shirts and designer jeans. Things that he had never needed, but apparently was allowed to get used to them, or rather had to? He liked his jeans and shirts, even if they were old. He's never needed such designer stuff, so why now? Oh yes, he became a star.
So he put on one of the jeans, which was somehow too big, so he tried the next one and lo and behold, it fit like a glove.Then he found a white shirt and pulled it on. His tobacco was already half in his pocket, he urgently needed a cigarette, but that had to wait. Slowly he buttoned his shirt and looked out the window. Why did he still have a room facing the street? He sighed and grabbed his tie that hung neatly over his bed. Without this tie he wasn't there, just as little as without that grin on his lips, which could drive you crazy, it was like an invitation. A request to ask him questions, although you can see that he will not answer them.
Carefully he sank down on the bed and pulled the tobacco out of his pocket again. "It's already bearable here ..." he mumbled quietly while rolling his morning cigarette.

In the meantime Giovanna was also awake and standing next to Yuki in the bathroom. Yuki was already further than the Italian, because she had already showered and was dressed, but she hadn't done more than that. But Gio was already dressed, she didn't think it was necessary to take a shower, as she had only just done it last night. Due to the fact that she got out of bed a little badly, she had gotten into the habit of showering in Italy in the evening and thus avoided a lot of delays. Whether or not all of this was necessary was another matter.
The only problem was that when she slept with damp or even wet hair, she looked like a red lion in the morning and she needed her time to tame that. And once the red mane was tamed, the curling iron also had to believe it. Which then turns your natural curls into beautiful corkscrews.
But just because her hair sat down after the curling iron didn’t mean that she was done. Because the little Italian was known for her rather elaborate eye makeup, which took half an hour away from her in the bathroom.
So it's good that after getting out of bed, she is also awake and doesn't need half an hour to be approachable. But even taking a shower in the evening turns out to be quite beneficial.

Alex was already outside on the large terrace and drew on her cigarette. After almost eight hours without nicotine, this had to be easy. The sun was shining and Maria had asked her what she thought of breakfast in the garden and Alex had simply agreed, in the morning after her first cigarette you could even talk to her normally. She was just different from the others.
And so the artist bustled around her while she stood almost motionless and stared at the sky. It was a good ten o'clock and the big house was slowly being breathed into life. The sun crept slowly forward over the ground and bathed everything in a soothing, bright light. The 16 year old enjoyed the light wind that was blowing around her nose and moving her hair a little. Today was going to be a good day. She didn't know what was going on today, but it would be fine."Would you like to have a drink already?", Maria asked her gently, the voice of the 40 year old was soft and sounded younger than she was. Nevertheless, Alexa was startled and only slowly turned to the artist.
"Please what?" - "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to know if you'd like to drink something ..." - "Gladly." - "What would you like that? Orange juice, coffee, apple juice, ACE , Cola, Fanta or whatever, we actually have everything. "-" Uh ... an orange juice ... Can I help you somehow? "-" No, I'm done so far. "Maria smiled gently at her and then disappeared into the kitchen .
How could a person be so sweet? Alex didn't understand such a thing, she just shook her head and put the cigarette into the ashtray.

About half an hour later everyone was seated at the set table, everyone except Hidan and Tamie, of course. The two had their own appointments, as did the other guys from Nightmare. Once you were a star, you could probably sleep in. A luxury that the five singers didn't have, but it didn't seem to work any differently with the artists, because Konan, like Nathe and Giovanna, sat down at the table and ate with the others.
Emma was just coming down the stairs, but that was considered to be present.
"Good morning ..." Richard grinned at the singers and artists. They seemed less enthusiastic, because none of them apparently felt really comfortable in their own skin, because the things they had at home were just missing.
"Does anyone have something they need that is not on the table.", Konan took the initiative, yesterday she had hardly said anything, was probably because she was annoyed by Nagato's nonsense again, or she was just tired from the trip .
Four of the seven 'guests' raised their hands and Richard and Maria seemed