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Terminal 5 5 a.m. I'm living in a dream. Nothing is real or what it seems. Mornings come and gone as anticipation lingers on. So cold I can't feel my feet, and New York pizza delivered to the street. As onlookers pass by - some wave, some beep, some stop to ask, "Mika.... who the hell is she?" Minutes seem like hours as hours feel like days. Not knowing how much more of this bitterness I can take. Jamie saves the day when she offers me her blanket. A Florida girl without a coat, of course I'm gonna take it! Doors open throughout the day as the venue staff thinks we are all in