Hello, From the Other Side

Chapter 1

Trailer:https://youtu.be/dfRdJ_c5Wcw
Demi

"I'm really not interested in having someone else on tour with us for a whole two weeks." I whined to my tour manager, Barb. "I know Demi, but he's going to do a good piece on you. It'll be great publicity for our whole tour. Don't you want this to be a success?" she asked me. I picked up a piece of banana bread and began to spread butter on it. "Yes.." I said putting my head down. She snatched the bread out of my hands. "Demi, do you know how many calories are in this?" Barb asked. She handed me a bottle of water. "Go for a jog please." she said. I grabbed my headphones and the water bottle obeying her command.

As I jogged I thought about what I had to do tonight. I have to meet the stupid writer for my life, I have to get ready for sound check, get dressed for the show, and then sign thousands of copies for my fans afterwards.

You know there was a time when I actually loved what I do. Music brought me joy. I preformed for more than a paycheck, I preformed for the smile on people's faces. Now I'm not sure what I'm doing it for.

My jog lasted about an hour and a half. When I got back to the hotel, Barb shoved me into a salon chair and before I knew it they were washing my hair and it was time to get styled for tonight.

Two hours later my stylist, Jamie, was putting the finishing touches on my lips. I was dress in a little black lace dress, a lock short sleeved floral sweater, and a pair of short black heel boots. My short black hair was naturally wavy, and my makeup was pin-pointed perfectly. "Thanks Jamie." I said. I took one sudden breath ready to finally relax when I heard the most retch d sound.

"DEMI!" Barb screeched. She ran into the room and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hotel lobby. "Hurry up and put a smile on your face." She said patting my butt lightly letting my know to smile.

We walked into the lobby and I saw the writer there. He had dark brown hair. It was kind of messy, but in a sexy way. His facial hair was just right. He didn't have too much; nor did he have a baby face. He was dressed very casual. Casual for meeting an international pop sensation. He had blue jeans, work boots, and a classic button up shirt. His stuff was all packed in one suit case. All I had to say was that this better be one great story he's writing about my life or else.

Joe

I wasn't too excited to be here. I was just doing it for the sake of getting a promotion at work. I can't just working in the same dumb little cubicle. I want to work in the nice office with a closed room, making 100k a year. It's all riding on how this piece goes.

"Hello Joseph, I'm barb. We spoke on the phone I believe." Barb said. She was an old middle aged woman, with short brown hair that was quickly greying. She dressed in a casual buisness suit and she drug the girl in a dress and heels with her like a rag doll. "Yes, hello." I said shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Joseph this is Demi. Demi this is Jos-" I quickly interrupted her. "You can just call me Joe." I said with a smile. I held my hand out and Demi shook it. "Nice to meet you." she said to me with a million dollar smile. We made eye contact and our eyes were locked.

"Oh no. Demi!" Barb shrieked breaking our intimate moment. "Sound check is in 5. Let's get going you two." she said rushing the both of us. Who knew a sound check would be so important.

We were rushed outside and into a big black BMW. A bellman took my suit case and we arrived at a huge arena. We were snuck in through the back as we passed tons of screaming Demi fans with signs. I was surprised to see hundreds of people waiting outside already when the show doesn't even start for another 4 hours. That was something to note.

I sat in the front row and listened to Demi sing Cool for the Summer over and over about 10 times before it was finally good enough. I came here thinking that Demi was the complete and total boss of everyone here, but I quickly learned that she's merrily a puppet who's controlled by everyone behind the scenes. She reminded me of the president. She has some power, but can't make any final decisions without the agreement of congress.

In a way, it was sad to see such a young girl degrading herself. She's 23, she could be in college or having a great career. Instead she chooses to prance around in skimpy little outfits, forced to sing and dance for a bunch of little girls age 12-20. I really don't understand why she does this. I personally couldn't live under someone's thumb like that.