![]() ![]() The women spent the next two hours taking turns in the bathroom while the others unpacked their essentials. “We can take turns showering because I need one too,” Lindsay said. “But I need to get a shower first because I still smell like Nashville. “I never travel without wine, so we can still have a good time,” Carly said. ![]() “Well don’t make it sound like spending a night with us is so terrible,” Lindsay said. “The fans and staff have basically all of Daytona Beach booked up. “Every room is booked solid,” she announced. Carrie then called the front desk and tried to book separate rooms, quickly hanging up in frustration. They all learned that the festival had shrunk the budget for lodging and the women all being booked in the same room was not a mistake. “Why are you ladies in my room?” Carrie asked.Įach woman quickly called their travel agents, trying to determine what the mix-up was. ![]() “Your room? This is my room! 606,” Carly said, her heart still beating fast in shock.Īs the two women tried to sort out the situation, the door to the room unlocked once again and in walked Carrie Underwood, dressed in a flower-patterned sundress with her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and a rolling suitcase being pulled behind her. “Carly? What the hell are you doing in my room?” Lindsay asked, pulling her pink tank top back on. “What the…oh my god, sorry Lindsay,” Carly said, backing out away from the door. Needing to take care of business, she opened the bathroom door but jumped as she saw Lindsay standing in front of the sink, washing her hands with only a bra covering her upper body. She walked in and put her bags against the wall. The twenty-seven-year-old dirty-blonde Kentuckian approached her room and swiped the key card, opening the door. “You will be in room 606, enjoy your stay! Would you like assistance with your bags?”Ĭarly also declined and headed up to her room, sliding the key into the front pocket of her brown denim shorts, unaware that she was being sent to the same room that her Canadian cohort had been heading for. “Wow, you are all coming in at once, I just sent someone to their room a few minutes ago, Ms. card and repeated the same words Lindsay had just stated. Newcomer on the country scene, Carly Pearce, handed over her I.D. “May I see your identification and ask what brings you to Daytona Beach today?” “Welcome to Holiday Inn,” the receptionist said once more. A few minutes later, another musical woman entered the hotel. Lindsay declined and walked towards the elevator once getting her key-card, sliding in the back pocket of her skin-tight black jeans. “Anyway, you will be in room 606, enjoy your stay! Would you like assistance with your bags?” “Well I’m not a big country music fan but I wish you the best of luck Miss…Ell,” the woman said. “I’m here for the charity country music festival tomorrow evening,” the twenty-nine-year-old blonde said, holding her guitar case up for the brunette to see. “Welcome to Holiday Inn,” the twenty-something receptionist said as Canadian country singer Lindsay Ell stood at the front desk. ![]() Any similarity to reality is coincidental. Starring: Lindsay Ell, Carly Pearce, Carrie Underwoodĭisclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring three female celebrities. ![]()
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