Vapor {5SOS / Brian Dales}

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Giordana

May 10 (Los Angeles)

We had a day off from recording today; we'd been in the studio, for the last seven days straight. The response from the release of our songs was amazing! I couldn't have asked for anything more.

"You know what I want to do today?" I said to Monti, we were currently at a small cafe, having lunch
"What?"
"I want to dye my hair," I told her, "I'm kinda over the grey,"
"You've had it that colour for a while," she said, "I can't believe you didn't change it as soon as we came back from Thailand, you went and changed it as soon as the Luke shit went down,"
"Yeah, I'm kinda thinking its time for a change,"
"So what colour are you thinking?" She asked
"I don't know, I'm thinking pink though, like a pastel pink,"
"That would look really good," she said, "so do you want me to do it? Or do you wanna go to a salon?"
"Salon, I don't wanna fuck it up,"

I knew it was time for me to change my hair up. I can't believe I'd actually stayed the colour I had for as long as I had. Especially after what happened in Thailand. I guess we spent so much time focusing on our music, that it didn't bother me as much. Normally, after a bad experience, the first thing I would do, was head straight to a hair salon or to Hairhouse Warehouse, and stock up on Fudge or Manic Panic. That's exactly what I did, after Luke and I broke up; and I was always going to book an appointment at my salon, back home, when the whole Michael thing happened, but one thing lead to another, and I never got around to it.

We made our way to a salon, that was close by to the cafe we were at, and luckily they had a spare few hours to do my hair.
Three hours later, the grey was bleached out, and they had put the pink into it, I looked in the mirror and was shocked at what I saw, I really liked it. It was completely different to what I would normally do; but what is normal these days?

We arrived home just in time to get ready for our first gig tonight. We were playing at this small venue, here in LA. I was nervous, we hadn't been recognised here, nearly as much as we had back home after our video took off. Granted we'd only been here for two weeks, and the majority of that time, we'd been in the studio recording and trying to write a new song.

Coming up with something to write was hard, harder than before. When I was back home in Melbourne, I had all this inspiration. It was harder to come by inspiration here, there wasn't any drama to write about. The closest thing to inspiration I'd had was changing my hair today, but I couldn't even think of anything to write. I knew we had to write something, but I just couldn't think of anything.

I was just applying my eyeliner, when my phone dinged, signalling I had a new text message. It was from Calum.

From Cal: heard you had a gig in LA tonight. Good luck! Can't wait to see you guys in action when we're back there :)

I sent a quick thank you message in reply, and continued my makeup.

I was nervous for tonight. This was only our second gig, and the venue we were playing was much bigger than our small one we had at The Exford; and we didn't have nearly as much support here, as we did back in Melbourne. Back in Melbourne, we had our families and close friends. Here we had no one. The one person, who was even remotely close to a friend, was Brian; and I was thank God that he would be there tonight.

Brian and I had come quite close over the last week; he'd come to all our studio sessions when he wasn't busy, and when Monti was recording him and I would be in one of the rooms, mucking around on the instruments or just getting to know each other. I was extremely happy that I had at least one new friend here. Otherwise it would have just been Monti and I. And as much as I loved her, we needed other friends; although we were the only ones that knew the truth about the others lives and the inspiration that came with the songs we wrote.