Hello, From the Other Side

Chapter 17

Demi

In the weeks to come, things gradually got better. I'm not sure why, but I don't feel guilty for what I did to barb. I mean, the only thing that is really hitting home is seeing how much I really hurt my parents.

My sister got married last weekend and Joe and I both attended. It was a beautiful ceremony and I can tell that Mike really did love Dallas. There was no denying that. I saw the love he had for her while he gazed at her walking down he aisle. I think that's what Joe and I have.

Joe and I also attended one of my sister Madison's circus shows. She's a really good aerialist. She can do things with her body that I didn't even know was humanly possible. Her routine was executed beautifully.

I enjoyed the time I'd spend spending with my family. I was happy that I got my car back and my house too. Though I decided to put it on the market because living with Joe was going so well.

The fun was over now though. It's time to find a new manager, new record label, and just a new way to relaunch my name completely. It's going to be hard considering no one wants to sign someone who's been dropped.

On the other hand, I have no choice but to try.

The Real Demi Lovato
Written by Joe Jonas

Here we go.

Nothing I say is because Demi is my girlfriend. This makes me feel better. I know everytbing hes saying is honest.

I was expecting to meet a spoiled brat who ran the show and bossed everyone around. I quickly learned that's not the case. Wow im glad to know he thought I would be a shallow bitch.

Barbara Carnes, is the real puppeteer in this game. Demi is just the face of the whole show, she makes these people bank. Unfortunately this is true.

Barabara makes $150k annually after taxes off of demi. I had no idea that is true. As you may bave guessed.. Barb was in control of all of my fincances as well.

Which is why demi is controlled on what she eats, her exercises, the times she sleeps, who she hangs out with, what she says. Wow. He makes me sound like such a robot.

I started to get angry with him. Why would he write this about me? I sound like such a damsel in distress. I definitely am not this week. These people basically raised me, it's not my fault I was blind sided.

But this isn't about "the demi lovato who is controlled by people who don't care about her"

Here we go again with this bullshit of how weak I am.

This is about the demi lovato that realize she wanted to be a singer on a stage in Colleyville at 2 years old. He remembered me saying that?

She grew up on a farm, playing music. She has the most amazing family ever.

I watched her clean horse manure off of her father's shoe because it hurt his back to bend over. Well yeah. He's my father. I don't want to to see him in pain.

I watched demi do everyone's dishes after dinner so her mom could rest her feet. My mother does so much for me. It just makes sense that I would do even just a little for her.

I watched her bonding with her older sisrer Dallas as she helped plan her wedding and I watched her spend 3 hours helping her little sister Madison get winged eyeliner just perfect. I really didn't know he was watching...

This all just made me so much more curious about what he thought of me. I feel like I'm reading Joes diary. It's like a small little look into his his mind and insite. I craved to read more.

However, the most amazing thing i witnessed on this tour was demi, who had the flu, go on a 5 mile job then come back and get ready for a concert and do the best show she could for her fans. Her love for them is incredible.

Well duh. I love my fans so much. I wouldn't never miss a show for them. Even on my worst day.

Its almost unreal how every show she believes she can be better than the one before. Its unreal for me too.

The Real Demi Lovato loves millions of people that she's never even met.
The Real Demi Lovato loves her family.
The Real Demi Lovato loves me.
The Real Demi Lovato loves music.

I really wish this Demi he made me out to be was somebody I knew. Is this really what I'm like?

I think if the right people get in control, you can all see the real demi lovato, as I see her.

All I have to say is that I think it's time the right person gets into control of my career.

Joe

"Are you ready for the first client?" I asked demi. We were holding interviews in our home for people who want to be demi's new manager. She nodded and moved her hair in front of her shoulders.

I opened the door. "Hello, I'm joe. You must me Karen Parcool," I said to the woman. She was tall with short dark hair. She wasn't too old, maybe in her late 30s to early 40s.

"Follow me this way and Miss Lovato will see you," I told the woman. I guided her to our kitchen table and she sat down with demi.

After a few hours, demi had met with 3 people and was getting a little frustrated. "Babe, are you ready for the next one?" I asked her.

She leaned on the table and rubbed her temples. "No, I can't see anyone else today," she told me. I nodded understandingly and sat by her.

"Tell me what's wrong baby," I told her. I was worried about her. She turned and hugged me with tears in her eyes. "I'm scared my career is over," she sobbed. I sighed and rubbed her back.

"Demi, it's not over. You have so many lovatics behind you, even if everyone in the business tells you no- I know you'll always have someone who wants to hear your songs," I told her.

"And if you lose them. I'll buy every album copy of yours," I promise. She smiled and sniffed. "I love you," she told me.

I smiled. "I just wish I didn't need help. I wish I could just manage myself," she told me.

My eyes widened. "Demi, that's actually not a bad idea," I said.

I have an idea.
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