you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. it was early in the morning, the sun didn’t even rise yet, but some dumbass decided to call you and disturb your sleep.

groggy and a bit irritated, you reached out and grabbed your phone, checking the caller id. and to your (un)surprise, it was the one and only, will bloody gold.

you answered the facetime call, and before you got the call to speak, you heard his cheery voice greet you. “g’morning, sunshine. get up, we’re leaving soon.” he said, leaving you confused for a little.

leaving for what? your mind was trying to recall where are you supposed to go, while wilbur watched you trough the screen, a deadpanned expression appearing on his face.

“you forgot, didn’t you?” he asked, before reminding you of the big trip.

“we’re starting the american tour today, idiot.”