Hello, From the Other Side

Chapter 4

Joe

I stared down at my phone as we all parted ways. My boss had called 3 times. To be honest, I was avoiding him. I'm so blocked on this story, I'm confused. I'm not sure what to write about Demi Lovato. Sure I could do what they want and write about how much time she spends working on music, and how exciting her album is. But that's what they're expecting. It's something anyone could write about. She's seen as a professional, young businesswoman who can preform. There's got to be a side to her that's not just work, work, work. She came from somewhere.

I picked up my phone and dialed my boss. "Joe is that you?" Andrew asked on the phone. "Sure is." I said. "Jesus, I've called nearly three times. Hopefully you're ignoring me because you're getting some good work done on this story." He told me. "Definitely." I said. "Alright. Keep me updated. Remember, I better have a rough draft on. my. desk, in 13 days, no later." Andrew reminded me for the billionth time. "Yes sir." I said hanging up.

I ran my fingers through my hair and I went through the recording. I really don't want to go tomorrow and document everything that goes on. But I guess I've got to do what I've got to do.

The next morning we loaded up the buses. There's Bus A & B. Demi gets Bus A, along with Barb, Barb's husband and two of her backup dancers Sierra and Brooke. I'm on Bus B. I'm here with the tour manager, Kane, and Demi's opening act, Hoodie Allan (his real name is Steven). It's also where Demi's band and roadies ride too.

We were on the road for about 35 minutes when suddenly our bus thumped. The end result, everyone was transferring to Bus A with Demi and the rest of the crew. As if this day couldn't get any better.

Demi's bus had quite a lot of room. I realized this when I stepped on. It was about the size of a double wide trailer. It was very long. And took up the whole lane on the road.

Her bus had a master bedroom in the back with a body mirror, toilet, and a shower in it. Outside of it was a ladder that led to the top story of the bus. Where Demi's bunk was, and a spare bunk Those top story was all Demi's area and took up the whole top story of the bus.

As for the underneath Demi had 2 walls on the hallway. 6 bunks on the left side, and 6 bunks on the right side. There was a counter in the main area and a couch. Then up front was just one bus driver seat. I have to admit this bus was nicer than my entire house.

Demi greeted everyone with a warm smile. "Everyone welcome to my bus. Help yourselves to any food in the kitchen. And feel free to rest on any empty bunk down hair. Also the couch pulls out into a bed!" she said as she rushed up the ladder to be room.

Curiously, I followed her. "Hey." I said. I put my back on the bus across from hers. "Hi." she said. She stared out the window as she lay on her back. "You scared?" I asked her. She was quiet for a minute. Then finally I got an answer out of her. "Yes..." she admitted. I nodded with an understanding that we both had.

Demi

The bus stopped at the end of my driveway. I looked over at Joe sleeping on the bunk to the left of me. "Hey." I shook him lightly. His eyes widened and he bounced up. "sorry." I apologized. "Are we here?" he asked. I nodded. I sighed and Joe rubbed my arm with his thumb a little. "It's going to be okay." he told me. I gave him a half smile and climbed downstairs to get off my bus.

I took a deep breath and knocked on my parents door. I can't believe I was about to bombard my family with all this nonsense. My innocent family. My mom was happy to hear from me on the phone. I didn't know whether or not they would bring up my running away. I hope they wouldn't. Barb would have a fit.

My mom opened the door and a smile grew on her face. "Demi!" she said as she embraced me into a warm hug. It felt good to be in my mothers arms. I felt at home. I felt complete. I was safe here. My mom paid no attention to the 2 camera men, the writer, and Barb walking it. "Hello Barb." my mom said to Barb. She was trying to be polite but it came out sounding more like "ew. you're here". Although my mom would never be that cruel. "Dianna." Barb said back with a smirk. Although she was "playing nice" it came out sounding more like "Ha, I won."

These two have never got along. Ever since the first day that Barb discovered me at the county fair, my mom has always said she has a "bad feeling about her". As much as I hate to admit it, I understand why now.

"Where's everyone at mom?" I asked. She looked over at me. "Dallas is on her way, your dad is outside tending to the horses, and I'm pretty sure Madison is running around somewhere." My mom said. I nodded and my mom went to show everyone where to stay.

I was right to my old room. There was plain purple on the walls. I had a small shelf stacked with tropies and metals. All from some small talent contests I'd won. It was only the important ones, no where near close to all the awards I'd won.

"Are these yours?" Joe asked me. I jumped a little bit. "Oh god. Sorry I didn't realize you followed me." I told him. He chuckled. "Sorry." he apologized. He eyeballed my shelf. "It's such a small shelf for the big Demi Lovato." he joked. I giggled a little. "That's because in this house I'm not the big Demi Lovato. I'm just Demi." I said plainly. "As for the size of the shelf; my mom never wanted me to have been rooms full of trophy cases. Her and my dad both said the bigger the cases, the bigger the ego, the bigger the brat." I explained to him. He smiled. "Your parents are smart." He said. I smiled with a nod. "I know." I said.

We sat in silence for a moment. "Well I guess I'd better get to greeting the rest of my family." I told him. He nodded and we both stepped out walking separate ways of the house.

Next task to tackle. My dad.

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