Hello, From the Other Side

Chapter 3

Demi

"Barb?" I asked over the phone making sure she could hear my. I'd stepped out into the hallway to make a phone call. "Why are you calling me? You're supposed to be talking to the writer!" Barb scolded. "I know. I just- He asked about my family." I told her in a panic. "What did he ask?" she asked me seriously. "If I plan on visiting them." I told her. "Did you answer?" she asked me. "I told him if my schedule allows it." I told her.  Barb sighed. "Finish your interview. You may have to go back to that stupid farm." she informed me. Just like that she hung up.

I stepped back inside. I gulped. "Sorry, it was important." I told Joe. He nodded understandingly. He pressed record on the tape recorder. "So, tell me about your childhood. When was your first time singing?" Joe asked me.

I smiled. "I was 2." I started..

Flashback/Story (a/n: she's telling the story)

"Daddy! I wanna sing!" I whined. Dallas laughed. I reached up at the speakers and tried to use the chords to pull me up. "Demi you're too little!" Dallas continued laughing.

I tugged on the chords a little bit harder to pull myself up. "Demi stop! You're gonna-" it was too late to warn me. All of the sound, except the wireless microphones had stopped working. "Ooh.. You did it now." Dallas told me.

"C'mon now Eddie. Watch your kid!" Someone yelled to my dad from the crowd. "Hey now, she was just having a little fun." He told everyone.

My dad lifted me up onto the stage. "Sing to us pumpkin." he told me. My dad lifted his Cowboy hat off of his head and onto my small head. It almost didn't fit but I grabbed that mic with my left hand and held the hat up with my right and began to sing my own rendition of Travelin Soldier by the Dixie Chicks.

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"I made up my own little dance moves as I went along and when I was done everyone was clapping. It was a great feeling that I'll never forget." I said. "What was the feeling like?" Joe asked. I smiled. "Magical. I knew right then and there that this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I want to live and die singing on stage." I shared.

"So you plan on using this as a career for a long time?" Joe asked. I nodded. "There will be no retiring for me. Hopefully when I'm 85 and still doing world tours my Lovatics will still be by my side." I told him with a giggle.

Joe

"alright, I think that's enough for today." I told her closing my notepad. She nodded as I shut the recorder off. "And Demi," I started. She looked at me as she hopped out of the chair. "Off the record, I'm sure whatever you did to your family. They'll forgive you." I told her with a half smile. She looked down and then quickly walked out of the room.

I had no idea that she was that passionate about music. Here I was thinking she was basically a robot, then I found out that she actually likes her job. Maybe some part of it she despises but she's just too talented for her own good. This was the first time I felt connected to Demi Lovato. I felt connected to who she was and her music. I felt why she did it. I realized this girl had a story and I had to find it.

Dinner that night was even more promising then breakfast. streaks, baked potatoes, pizza, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, French fries, Chinese food, Japanese food, Mexican food, any type of food you can imagine was there.

After loading my plate with some brown rice, sesame chicken, and egg rolls I took a seat across from Demi. I wasn't going to make the mistake of pissing of Barb again. "Hey." I said to her.

I stared down at her plate of plain white rice, carrots, and cottage cheese. "They have cottage cheese?" I asked. she shook her head. "No, all of my meals are prepared for me." she told me.

I looked around and whispered. "Wanna trade plates?" I asked her. She looked around making sure that the coast was clear. It's sad when two adults are trading food as if this is a drug deal. "Sure." she said.

I hurried and swapped our plates. I wasn't doing this because I want a healthy lifestyle, I was doing this because I wanted this girl to have some type of normality.

I watched Demi scarf down my whole plate in about 5-7 minutes tops. I didn't know whether to be happy for her, or appalled.

I didn't have time to think about which one I was either because minutes later, Barb came rushing into the dining hall. "Demi, Joe. I have some news!" She said quickly. She didn't notice when I swapped mine and Demi's plates back quickly either, which was a good thing.

"Demi, call this number," Barb said handing her a piece of paper with a number. "We're going to visit your family back on the farm for a few days. There will be lots of press in on it. And Joe," she said turning to me. "You are going to cover every joyful detail of this trip." Barb told me as she handed me a check for $2,000 dollars.

Demi stared at the phone number for a while, and then walked away. "Barb," I said. She turned and looked at me. "Yes?" she asked. "Are you sure you want to exploit this very personal and intimate moment to the whole world?" I asked her.

"Mr. Jonas. Did you read the numbers on that check? It's compliments of Miss Demi Lovato. It will make or BREAK your career. Choose wisely." she threatened. I sighed and walked out.

I give up. I'm not going to lose my job just to spare some spoiled little pop stars feelings. She obviously chose this business for a reason.Even though i kept feeling so guilty on the inside. I kept thinking about the promotion I wanted. After all, that's why I was here in the first place.

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