Papa Will Hate It

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The lights of the club are bright and the music is loud, I stumble forward and am caught by a group of guys that pat me on the back and then all pose for selfies. I comply, knowing no matter how wasted I am or how shit I look it will only add to my reputation, never damage it.

Pushing forward I spot the rest of the band sat in our booth and I manage to make it to my seat before collapsing in a heap

"I'm so wasted" I laugh as I reach for a glass of champagne we were given free when we entered

"Look at Gabe!" Tom chuckles and I struggle to focus on my bandmate that seems to be unconscious on the floor

"Fuckin light weight" I slur as I down the champagne and then try to focus my vision on anything female around me.

Blond. Nope. Blond. Nope. Blond. Nope. Red head. Nope. Then I see a small Latin looking girl and in my state, if I squint my eyes I could almost convince myself she was someone else.

"Jake!" I bark and our security guard comes over, his eyes scanning the crowd, obviously aware of my aim "brunette, white top" I push myself to my feet and then hi-5 the guys as they make lewd comments about the rest of my night. I grab a glass of champagne, have a gulp then pour the rest on Gabes crotch so the guys can prank him that he pissed himself in public then I stumble blindly towards the exit, looking over my shoulder briefly to see Jake and the brunette following me.

Pushing through the doors I feel the cool, early morning air hit my face and feel my stomach start to object but I turn, push my fingers down my throat so I puke and then fall into the waiting car, Jake and the brunette joining me moments later

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"Ssssssh" I warn Nesto as we slip in the front door and head up the stairs to my room, our hands filled with bags

"Oh my God!" I lean against my bedroom door and drop the bags to the floor "That was so fun, you won't tell him will you Nesto?"

"Of course I won't"

"Nina would"

"Nina works for your dad, my job is taking care of you"

"I can't believe I did this" I giggle as I begin pulling clothes from the bags "If I try them on will you be honest with me?"

"Of course I will"

"You won't lie?"

"Never!"

I walk into my bathroom and pull on the first outfit, pulling my loose curls into a high pony tail and then walking out to find Nesto gazing at me in awe

"Camila!"

"Papa will hate it"

"You look beautiful"

I look into my full length mirror. From bottom to top.

Sandles lead up to a pair of ripped jeans which lead to an exposed stomach and then a red, t-shirt, my shoulders which are usually drowning in curls are bare as my hair is pulled right into a ponytail, a few curly tendrils hanging loose

"What do you think?"

"I love it Camila"

I grin at my 'minder' but He's more than that, he's like my brother, he's been there for me ever since my career took off and he's the only person in the world other than my family, that I trust

"Papa will hate it"

"At some point you are going to have to try and break free, a pair of jeans is a gentle way to start" Nesto reaches for my hand "I'm here for you Camila I'll do anything I can  to help you"

"Thank you" I pull my hand away gently feeling uncomfortable in the moment

"Want to try something else?"

"Sure" I head into my bathroom and lock the door before slipping into another outfit. Denim shorts, long sleeved grey t-short and black and white baseball boots "be truthful Nesto"

"Camila you look amazing. As always"

"Could I go to the session tomorrow dressed like this? Will they think that I didn't make any effort so I mustn't care?"

"Camila, they know your commitment, what you wear really doesn't matter to anyone other than your dad"

Nestos words hit me hard, it's true, what I wear is about me and who I want to be, or at least try to be, it shouldn't matter to anyone but it's the opinion of one tall Canadian rock star that has butterflies swarming in my guts

"Maybe this is the Camila that needs to make this album" I say to Nesto but I'm really saying it to myself, convincing myself that this is okay

"Well this Camila is beautiful and is going to blow everyone away when they meet her" Nesto reaches for my hand and I realise no matter what happens in my life of with my career I already have one real friend

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