Zella Day Narrative

I leaned toward the window where my pillow was pressed against the car door. I watched the lightning a few miles to away from the car as it lit up the mountains. Compass by Zella Day played through my headphones as I sat up to look through the windshield. I took my headphones out and my friend/cousin, Amaya, sat up excitedly in her seat. It was the first time she’d ever taken this trip. The city lights below sparkled. Amaya’s mom, JoAnn, and our uncle Bill played songs from “their time” as we drove down toward Las Vegas. We drove to the front of the Westgate Hotel, our grandma (gma), grandpa (papa), and Tia in the car behind us following closely. We grabbed our bags and walked through the doors as valet parked the cars. A wall of cigaret smoke met us inside, drifting up from the casino straight ahead. There were people everywhere, their voices filling the extravagant room. The floor was white and looked like marble. The lights made the room look even bigger. We walked over to the elevators and took one up to the 16th floor, where we all were staying in separate rooms.
Amaya and I went on the elevator in the back of the hotel. It was an elevator where you could see outside as you rode up or down. We stood with our backs faced to the door as we rose toward the very top floor, admiring the view. It was the middle of the night and all of the lights below us were lit up and shining. We wandered the hallways (believing it was haunted at some points, but that’s a whole different story) and ended up down on the third floor. We went out to the pool area, although we couldn’t get in because it was closed. The hot midnight air enclosed us as we sat next to a fountain that had a cup shaped statue that was lit with fire inside. It lit up the area around us and the water that we sat next to. It was a beautiful night, but sad. We really didn’t want to