Sober.

10 // sad beautiful tragic

"I've fallen out of love with the love on my life. Not somewhere in LA at 3:23, but weeks ago when we crumbled to pieces."
- Somewhere in LA at 3:23 (Written by Shea Avery June 2016)

"Ok ... ok... can I tell you why I called now?" I ask James through the phone as I walk through LAX for the second time in two weeks, still hating every moment of being in Los Angeles.

It is currently 10:45am in sunny California with a slight chance of no rain, ever.

The airport is filled with mindless chatter or about work talk. The screeching of old suitcases against the tile floor stings my ears. White tiles cover the floor and posters about visiting the Hollywood sign and the Grammy museum cover the walls. Taking a glance at each poster, I continue my way to the baggage claim to pick up my sad lonely suitcase.

"Fine... but I'm telling you bananas are a must on ice cream."

"And again that's called a banana spilt."

"Fair enough, go ahead."

"You might need to sit down for this one." I speak trying to contain all excitement by biting my lip. Maybe I was leaning towards being happy about this.

"Sitting."

"Ok, ready?" I pause to collect my thoughts and focus on the next few words I was about to let roll off the tip of my tongue.

"Bloody hell, tell me, Shea."

"Ok... I got the record deal!!!" I yell silently as I pass a few paps waiting for a celebrity to get off a plane.

The line stays silent and I start to worry... what if he actually thought I wouldn't get one or didn't want me to actually get it. What if once he offered to sing the song with me he went back to London and decided he wanted an actual already self made singer to sing it with him like Beyoncé or anyone other than boring unknown Shea Avery. Why on earth would he want a no-name like me to sing it?

"James?... James Bay?.... Are you there?"

I hear a crackle on the line then a camera snap right after. I snap my head around to see the paparazzi start to swarm a young boy. I feel instantly terrible for him as he tries to break through the paps wall and out of the airport.

"Over here!"

"Tell us are you dating Ashley or Jenna!?"

I tune the screaming voices out and to James' British accent as he finally begins to mutter words.

"Are you serious ?"

"As serious as serious black." I giggle to myself, James knows I'm a complete nerd at heart.

"I'm setting up the recording date right now with my assistant and manager. We will get the single out asap and possibly a music video! Shea I'm so bloody happy for you right now! Also I want to help you write your album because you have helped me write mine! Bloody hell yes Shea!"

I erupt in laughter while I eye my suitcase going around the belt till it finally reaches me and I quickly yank it off the belt. The bag hits the ground with a loud thud as I situate my backpack and lift the bag handle to wheel it behind me as I walk out of the airport and over to the car rentals.