Sitting on the edge of my bed, with my head in my hands i breathe a deep sigh thinking to myself "not again Jamie, pull yourself together." You see, i've broke up with my long-term girlfriend Keira a few weeks ago, i saw us getting married, having kids, the white picket fence..she saw differently. Deep down i knew our work schedules were causing us to drift apart but i didn't want to accept it. I didn't want a broken heart again.
I'm spending another night lounging around feeling sorry for myself, i slowly get up and grab my guitar giving it a few soft strums. Picking up my notebook and pen, the words seem to flow out of me like a river. An hour later i've written a song, called "My Burning Sun" it is my feelings poured out on to paper and surprisingly i feel slightly better after getting it all out. Filing my notebook away into my drawer i quickly pick up my phone and call my friend Andrew. "Hey mate, do you fancy the pub?" I ask, he's silent for what seems like an eternity. "you're feeling better then?" he replies, "Just getting on with things and now i fancy a Guinness, i'll be outside you're place in 10 minutes."
We enter the pub, me eager to drown my sorrows and Andrew looking tired due to his work schedule but always the supportive friend. I quickly hurry to the bar and order two Guinness and two shots of tequila...i get a slight smirk from Andrew. A few hours later i am feeling the effects of the alcohol but still in control of myself....okay okay i am totally drunk! Andrew laughs and looks at me "I'm heading to LA in a couple of weeks for a job, why don't you join me? get away from the familiarity of London, the memories of everything, we can hang out, do whatever you like once i've finished shooting for the day?" I look at him slightly, chewing my lip as i am thinking if i can do it. Its so far from my family..in London i am only a short flight from Belfast but in LA its a long haul and i'd miss them. But could i continue with this endless misery that i call my life lately? I look at Andrew who's eagerly awaiting my answer, "Okay, lets do it! you're right, i need to get away. I need to get away from everything that reminds me of her..us" "Yes" Andrew says and holds his hand up for a high-five, and of course in my drunken state i reciprocate.
It's late, closing time. We both stumble out the doors, laughing..at what i'm not sure but its definitely funny. "Should we get a cab" Andrew asks. "Nah, lets walk. The fresh air will stop my head spinning." The man was a genius or a mind-reader, i was starting to feel pretty green myself. I leave Andrew at his flat and finally make it to my place, struggling to get the key in the lock i make it inside and trip up the stairs and fall into my bed. Staring at the ceiling, i think of LA, what it could mean for me..what will it bring? I feel my eyelids slowly closing and before i know if i am in a deep slumber dreaming of the walk of fame and palm trees.
