a change of heart 》c.h

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hey just a disclaimer I don't know a lot about the music business and guitar technicians and how this all works, so if this is all totally unrealistic just ignore it or whatever lol:). enjoy

laia

"Laia, if you don't wake up in about three seconds I'll come in there and wake you up myself!" I hear my roommate, Maria, shout from outside my door.

I immediately burst through the door, "I'm up, I'm up! Do you really think so little of me?"

She continues to follow me into the bathroom, "Ha. Forgive me, I was just making sure you didn't ruin one of the most important interviews of your life."

"C'mon Maria, you know the most important interview of my life was for the job at iHop."

She rolls her eyes, "Whatever. Just tell me your talking points one more time."

"I know I'm young, but I've been playing since I was in 5th grade. I spent my childhood in my father's music shop, so I have learned how to fix almost every problem. I have the drive and work ethic of a person who has done this for decades. And you can't forget my spontaneity and hilarious puns?"

"Perfect! Besides that last part, don't say that."

Maria's boyfriend's friend's father is the tour manager for 5 Seconds of Summer, so he convinced him to give me an interview for the position of guitar technician. It felt like a stretch for them to give it to a 20 year old girl, but this was not the opportunity to pass up. The only experience I had was helping out backstage at the Troubadour for a few shows over the summer, and my father's shop. He still runs it back in the suburbs of Chicago. I used to observe everything over the counter when people of many different backgrounds come together for one thing: music. I began to pay more attention to how my father assisted those people and the many different things you could do with a guitar. When I turned eighteen, I decided to move to L.A. to pursue a music career. My parents were nothing but supportive.

All of that naïveté and excitement was crushed within the first two months because I ran out of money. I had no real source of income. Upset and embarrassed, I went to the first bar I could find to drown in my sorrows. There I met a very nice (and sober) girl. Her name was Maria. She gave me water, and we got to talking. She was in the same situation as me, broke and looking for someone to help. We impulsively decided to become roommates, which was one of the best decisions we had ever made.

We went out on a hunt to find jobs, I luckily found an open position as a bartender at the Troubadour, Maria a position at Target.

If I was able to get this job, it could help us pay the bills and hopefully give me some exposure in the business.

"Really? I felt it proved my inability to take anything seriously."

"Laia, you're an idiot."

"Thanks. Alright, time to go," I say, moving towards the door, "love you!"

"I love you too, don't mess up!" She screams back as I shut the door.

I hum softly to myself as I walk towards the parking garage. I'm trying to keep as calm as possible. What if I totally bomb? What if I mess up something simple? What if I actually get the job? Would Maria be okay on her own?

I shake my head quickly at my own thoughts. I need to keep positive. This is an amazing opportunity, but there will always be more.