*Luna's P.O.V.*
We finally landed in sunny Los Angeles. I was stoked. I got off of the plane and got my luggage. I only brought my clothes and guitars and stuff. No furniture. I shipped my car here too so I got it and drove around.
"Well, I have no idea what I'm gonna do..." I said.
I decided to get a motel room. I looked at some jobs and apartments. They were way more expensive than I had anticipated.
"Shit!"
I decided to put in a few applications at some places and see what happens. The day had flown by and I headed back to my room.
"This is good for me. I want to do this and I'm gonna try like hell to make it happen." I said.
I washed up and went to bed.
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Three months have gone by and I've heard nothing from the places I applied to. I had to sell my car to pay for food and I eventually got kicked out of the motel room I was in. I started living on the streets. I would play my acoustic to gather up some change to pay for food. I finally gathered up enough money to buy some food. I had walked into a local gas station and I bought some stuff to eat. I sat just outside of it and ate. When I finished, I figured that would be a good place to try and get some more change. I set up "home" and played my acoustic. I played mostly Bvb because I was in that mood. Everybody was mostly walking by, occasionally dropping a few quarters into my case. A guy then came up and dropped a twenty dollar bill in. I stopped and looked up at him.
"Thank you so much!" I said.
He smiled and I recognized him.
"Oh my god..." I said, covering my mouth with my hand.
He laughed a little.
"What brings you out here?" He asked.
"Um.. my parents kicked me out and I wanted to be in a band. So I moved here and couldn't make my way fast enough so I'm playing on the streets now." I said.
"Aww, how long have you been on the streets?" He asked.
"A couple of weeks." I said.
"That's shitty." He said.
He looked at me.
"Can I buy you something to eat?" He asked.
"No thank you, I ate not that long ago." I said.
"No, I insist. Come inside." He said.
I stood up and followed him into the gas station. It was rather quiet.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Luna." I said.
"Nice to meet you Luna, my name's Jake." Jake said.
I smiled.
"Although you probably already knew that, I know you're familiar with my band." He said.
"Yeah, I love your music." I said.
"Thank you." He said, smiling.
He bought me a sandwich, and one for himself as well. We sat down at one of the tables they had and started eating.
"I think I've seen you around before." He said.
"Maybe, I've been staying in the area." I said.
"Yeah, I think CC said he was driving by somewhere and heard someone play knives and pens on an acoustic and he thought it was awesome. He didn't have time to talk to the person or anything." Jake said.
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Can Your Heart of Fire Beat For Me? (Jake Pitts Fanfic)
Fanfiction21 year old Luna Jefferson has always dreamed of being in a band. Her plan is to move to LA and make it big in a rock band. Her parents are very religious and don't support her idea. However, what they don't know is that she is bi. They kick her out...
