I know I’ve been sleeping for some time, as I feel drowsy as I regain consciousness, returning from the land of dreams, and then I feel the soreness in my butt as I’ve been sitting for so long, and the pain in my neck originating from the unnatural sleeping position I’ve adopted. I yawn, popping out my headphones from my ears making the music fade away and be replaced by the sounds around me. I hear a rather brilliant acoustic song playing from the stereos in the car amongst the sound of the car swooshing forwards on the freeway.
I shift and sit up straighter, looking to my left where Will has been replaced by Sam, who’s looking really stiff by the wheel (she once banged into another car-no one got hurt, but she’s really careful when driving now) and says she hates it.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” She says when she notices me staring.
“Where are we?” I wonder, looking out of the window, but all I see are green, never-ending hills and a blue sky.
“Dunno.” She shrugs. “We should be in Glendale by noon at latest, though. Hit a really bad traffic jam.”
I look at the clock, it’s ten am. I unlock my phone, but there are no new messages, not even from my parents wondering where I am, so I close it and put it down on my thighs. They probably figured I slept over at someone’s house, but still I feel a little sad they didn’t even ask.
“Want me to drive?” I offer, seeing Sam relax.
“Yes, please.” She sighs happily. “I hate this.”
I laugh softly as she pulls over and we switch places after stretching our stiff bodies a little. When I start the car again, I hear movement from the back-seat, so I check on my friends through the rear-view mirror. Emily is stirring, waking up.
“Hi.” She says sleepily, rubbing her eyes. “Where are we?”
I repeat what Sam told me earlier and Emily nods and looks out of her window. I return my focus onto the road and trying to swirl past a really slow car. Sam makes a content sound and turns the volume up on whatever she’s listening to. It’s still some kind of acoustic song, probably sung by the same woman who was singing earlier.
I listen to her sing about time passing like a butterfly flying away from you while a piano and a violin accompany her, and I feel like I’ve heard that voice before, but I can’t really place it.
“Who’s that?” I ask Sam, who huffs.
“What?” I wonder, baffled.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know who Katy Perry is?” Sam sounds annoyed, making me laugh. “It’s not funny it’s something to be ashamed of!”
“Right.” I chuckle. “I think I’ve heard this song before.”
“Probably. She won like a trillion Grammy’s for this album.”
“It’s a good song.” I shrug and Katy Perry sings this kind of interesting bridge where she uses a younger voice to sing parts of it.
“That’s her when she was a kid.” Sam comments.
“The other voice?”
“Yeah. She used old recordings.” Sam says. “Its kind of cool, dontcha think?”
“I think it’s a little tacky.” Emily comments from the backseat.
“But it fits the song! She’s talking about how time passes by and used herself as a kid, that’s really cool!” Sam defends Katy as if it’s her friend and it’s her job to defend her no matter what.