The story no one knows how to tell right

2. Chapter - Los Angeles

The last few days were a bit stressful for me. I had a lot of work to do. Today I finished my article about this Popstar, who overdosed two years ago. I wasn't amazed about writing that article, because I want to do real journalism and not such gossip about a singer. Well, I'm just 23-year-old, but I made it already to one of the biggest magazines in the US. The TIME Magazine. Well since we have a lot of new younger readers, we have a new category "Today's stars". A weekly column, which trades over famous persons, who have been through a lot. Last week I wrote an article about Britney Spear and her newest scandals. I'm the youngest in my department. With me are 3 of the oldest journalists, who are about to retire, so our boss thought it would be cool if we four would do that. Well, I like my collages, but they are useless with that kind of topic. They don't know how to use social media or what Twitter is. So, I do most of the work. I'm okay with it. When I write a really good article, maybe my boss notes, that I can write more than such gossip shit. When I handed my article to my boss, he reads it and said I gonna do that exclusive interview with her, too. That made my day. I thought I could go out with my friends on the weekend, but no I have to fight in Los Angeles, meet with that "Star", fly back to New York and write the next article. I'm pissed. My friends meant I should be lucky to meet such a legend like her. I don't like that kind of music from today. In that way, I'm really old school. To be honest, I haven't heard one of her songs, but for me, I was enough watching her documentary about herself. I booked a plane ticket for Friday morning, so I had one day in LA to settle down and consider which question I would like to ask. So, I went home to pack my stuff and went early to bed. My alarm went on at 5 am. I got up and take a shower. I got dressed and called an Uber to the airport. My flight went at 7 am so I landed with a little delay at 2 pm in LA. When I left the airport, it was pretty hot. At the hotel, I opened my laptop and wrote an Email to her management about checking the address and the meeting time. A little later I got a replay with an address in the studio city and a time that says 11 am. That was fine with me to get ready and drive to her house. Thankfully I made the most of my questions up in the plan. I hope that would make an interview for like an hour or so, that should be enough for my article. So, I got ready to go outside and do some sightseeing, since I'd never been to LA before. I planned to go first to the Santa Monica Pier and then grab something to eat. I was impressed by the ocean and all the people. I loved the vibe there. It's pretty different to New York. Especially the temperature difference. I walk a little bit on the beach and watch the sunset and made a couple of photos for my Instagram. I sat down for a while and put my air pods in. I search for some of those Demi Lovato songs and started the first one which showed up. It's called "Give your Heart a Break". Well, I liked the intro pretty much. Then she began to sing, and I have to admit that her voice is pretty good. I like the mood that I feel when I sat there and watched the sun slowly touching the ocean. When I search for I nice restaurant I must say it was a catchy record. I went to a small pizza shop and ordered a big slice of pepperoni pizza. I struck up a conversation with a young couple, who were very nice chatted a little bit and then they invited me to a little drink in a bar, not far from the restaurant. I thought it would be ok if I would drink one drink. So, I paid for my pizza, and we went to that bar, I was told about. After an hour I had already 3 beers, and the girl begged me to stay a little bit longer. So, I did. A couple of cocktails and shots later, it was like 2 in the morning. We exchanged numbers, so we can stay in contact. I called an uber and half an hour I was in my hotel room. I went straight to bed, without changing in Pj. The next morning, I woke up at 10 am. I had a bad headache and was hangover. I looked with a blurry sight on my phone. And saw it was already 10.15 am. I rushed into the bathroom. And took a quick shower. I steep with wet hair out of the shower and put on so fast as possibly my pink blazer and black jeans on, that I forgot to dry my hair. I called a taxi, that picked me up 5 minutes up. Meanwhile, it was already 10.45 am. I know it was a 30-minute ride from my hotel, so I was far too late. How professional of me... I hope my boss doesn't hear of that. When I came to her house I was already expected. A young woman stood outside and welcomed me. It was Demi's personal assistant Jordan. She looked a bit stressed. The house looks from the outside really pretty not too big and definitely not too small. Jordan said to me I have to hurry up and that Demi is already waiting in the living room. So, I hurried up. 

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Well, here is the 2. chapter of my story. Be patient with me. English is not my first language and it's also my first fanfiction. So please read till the end and give that story a vote and leave a comment with any suggestions or ideas. :) 

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