At the back of the reception to the left of the room was the winding stairs leading to each floor of the hotel. They were dark and closed in just like a castles turrets. Each step was different. Climbing up you could see they were made from concrete, brick, fizzy drinks cans, some painted different colours, others left natural. A good idea yet did not go with the decorative scheme of the reception.
The room was on the third floor, along a surprisingly bright and airy corridor. The door to the room was a rustic brown colour, a contrast to the cracked white paint on the walls. The handle was round and was brass, different from the other gold pull down handles.
The door creaked as it was opened to reveal a large messy room, occupied by four older teenage boys, strange, as it may seem. Opposite the door were two beds one of which was broken. The broken bed was metal, rusting away from the many spillages previously. It was dressed in a floral bed sheet with tiny pink, lilac and yellow flowers mixed with the green foliage around it. On top of the bed was a large navy blue suitcase open, revealing the little content that was in it. In it was a yellow t-shirt, a red polo top and three different shade green t-shirts. Also was a pair of baggy jeans with a few holes in from where the heavy chains had been hanging.
The unbroken bed was also dressed in the same floral duvet cover but had tea and other sorts of stains on it. A fatter pillow made from duck feathers hid the flat, limp pillow underneath. The duvet was neatly made and
there were hardly any creases in it as if it was preserved in some kind of way.
Between the two beds was a large, open wooden chest showing its blood red velvet upholstering inside. In this chest was a pair of black, chunky skate trainers with a pink sort of squiggle across it. Next to the trainers was a glass photo frame. The photo was of the four boys staying here. Tom had blonde hair and his face was scrunched up showing his teeth. He was wearing a black t-shirt with something printed on it, which was unreadable because his arms were outstretched, right arm punched downwards, left arm punched towards the ceiling.
Danny was next in the photo with dark brown hair. He was wearing a bright red t-shirt with a yellow motorbike on it. He was also wearing a beaded necklace and matching bracelets. On the other arm were green, orange and pink plastic bracelets. His arms were crossed at the wrist and both index fingers were pointing upwards and he was looking down towards the floor.
Dougie was next in the picture with his dyed blonde hair. His right arm was stretched up but the photo had cut off the top of his arm. He was wearing a black ‘Macbeth’ t-shirt and beige trousers held up by a black belt with a silver buckle. The belt wasn’t doing a great job as you could see his blue and white stripy boxers.
Harry was last in the photo. His arm was also stretched up like dougie’s but it was his left arm. He was wearing a white polo shirt with pale blue horizontal stripes running through it. Around his neck was a black plastic necklace that looked like barbed wire and his mouth was open like he was yawning.
Above the chest was a small closed window. It looked like a prison window because of the six vertical bars and one horizontal bar across the window. Looking out it was raining quite heavily and traffic was building up as it always does when it starts to rain. On the windowsill of the window were a few empty beer cans and Chinese takeaway foil cartons.
The walls were also a mint green colour just like in reception but this time has a floral border going around the centre of the walls. The ceiling was a yellow colour decaying slowly. In the centre of the ceiling was a single wire with a bulb on the end of it. Not safe at all. On the walls were more countryside pictures and ones of rich men and their background families.
The carpet was a mouldy green colour from what of it could be seen as most of it was covered by the four sleeping bags the was scattered across the floor. The sleeping bag next to the bed was orange and had a red hood it was unzipped and a white pillow was laid across it. The sleeping bag next to that was black and blue, the colours of a fresh bruise. It was neatly folded and an acoustic guitar with ’ James and Tom, Florida 2003’ all across it. The next sleeping bag was army camouflage and had patches of famous rock band logos neatly sewn on to it. It too was folded but not as neat as before. The last sleeping bag was near to the door .it was black and had a huge rip down the left hand side. This was not folded it was just left how it was when the person had climbed out of it.
The kitchen was small and to the left side of t he room. It smelt of rotting food and the proof was in the overflowing bin. Down each side of the kitchen were two worktops. Both were made from wood and covered in a plastic marble substitute. On the left side there was a microwave and on top of tat was an empty fruit bowl.
There was also a kettle, a box of herbal tea bags and two dirty mugs. At the end of that worktop was a double sink unlike the rest of the room it was clean and you could see your reflection in the stainless steel it was made from. On the right side were three cupboards with the cutlery and crockery in it as well as a few saucepans. Below the cupboard was the worktop, which had tub of butter, knife and chopping board on it.
The bathroom was on the other side of the main room. It was dark and dingy because it had no windows. There were the basics a bath, toilet and sink with a mirror propped up by the various hair and bath products and aftershaves. The bathroom suite was a pale caramel colour. In the bath was the remains of the last person in there and a little yellow rubber duck. On the edge of the bath were shampoos and shower gels balancing there.
Overall this hotel room was dirty and messy and obviously hadn’t been cleaned in a few weeks, but who cared certainly not me. I was in Mcfly’s hotel room waiting to meet them and be the envy of all my friends even though they weren’t my favourite band I would still be excited when the walked through that door to meet me.
