You Can't Choose Your Family ➸ Demi Lovato

{Chapter 36}

Finally my phone vibrated, indicating the much awaited text.

I had been trying to get hold of my god damned ex-friend/crush/make out buddy or whatever he was to me all night.

I hadn't slept a wink. I couldn't waste any time. I needed to devise a plan on how to get Joel on tour without Demi getting suspicious and finding out about the deal and even worse- those photos Joel had in his possession. She can never know about him gaining access to them, she would be mortified and on a selfish note- she would hate my guts for allowing it to happen.

So, it's past 4am. I have a rough plan figured in my head but first I need answers. I need to know how to make this whole get-me-on-Demi-Lovato's-tour campaign believable.

And luckily, Joel the jerk has finally replied:

shitface😷: forgot yur a lonerr.

Yes, I actually changed his contact name to shitface.

shitface😷: Im ace dj

shitface😷: decks r my thanng

shitface😷: you nver saw me st dsnces.

me: I don't fucking care about your high school DJ career. Just send me a demo.

I replied hastily, loosing patience with this fame-hungry, probably drunk (judging by the poor spelling) idiot. How had I ever liked him?!

shitface😷: calm diwn bitcjjj.

shitface😷: later

I huffed in pure aggravation at this boy. He was extremely irritating. Wait, irritating didn't even touch it. I don't think there's a strong enough adjective to describe the damn fucker.

After that last text, I heard nothing for the rest of the night.

I still didn't sleep. Joel better send a demo tomorrow. If he wanted to get on this tour, I needed to start sweet talking Demi. And I couldn't do that until I could show her proof of his alleged disk jockeying skills. I needed a strong case otherwise she would probably just brush the idea off.

This back-stabber better co-operate.

"You okay babe?" Demi put her hand on my knee to stop my restless leg movements.

It was mid-afternoon and Joel still hadn't sent a demo. If he didn't, my plan would be destined to fail, ultimately leaving Demi shamed in the public eye. I was very anxious, to say the least.

It didn't help that I found myself checking Instagram every few minutes, searching Joel's page and Demi's hashtag. There was still the possibility that some douchebag follower of Joel back in Albuquerque had screenshotted and reposted the darn things. They had, after all been on the Internet for a good twenty or so minutes.

Luckily there had been no sign of them reappearing. Yet...

"Yeh," I replied in the most nonchalant tone I could muster.

Demi sighed, "you just seem kind of anxious?" She asked in her usual caring tone. She was always so sweet with me and she could pick up when I wasn't feeling right. The latter not working to my favour at that moment.

"I guess it's just all these people I don't know," I lied, gesturing to the radio company employees who were busy working round us. Demi had an interview which started any minute now, promoting her tour further. She'd quickly pulled me to her side when Madison had gone to the bathroom. God-damned Madison!

My step(?)-sister had continued to cling to Demi like an annoying limpet all day today, much like yesterday. Not to mention the hard glares she shot me down with when I spoke to our older sister. Yes, that's right- she's our sister. Not just hers. This jealously thing is getting on my nerves. In fact everything right now is getting on my nerves.

Everything being; Madison's inability to share, Joel's lack of demo and availability to ammunition he had against Demi and then Demi being suspicious already.

How was I going to keep this all a secret and suceed?

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this is very short but there's nothing more on their New York trip... (it wasn't the drama y'all were expecting lol) and also I want to update about their Christmas on actual Christmas because I think that's cute aha anyway... :)
so now we're heading back to LA to continue the Joel/Saskia drama & the Madison/Saskia drama as well as Christmas with the Lovato's :)