✶☾Nightingale☽✶

Ch. 1 Believe in Me

Today was the day. Today was the fucking day. I jumped out of bed and skipped into the bathroom, humming while running the water.

My name is Mianna Sierra Rodriguez, but i prefer just Mia. Im 22, enrolled in UC Davis to become a vet and i live off campus just a few blocks away from the university. Oh... and im lesbian.

Today is the day that i get to meet my saving grace, Demi Lovato.

I was on my way home from class when I heard the ad on the radio.

"Be the 5th caller & Win a backstage, vip pass to any show of your choice on Demi Lovato's 'Neon Lights Tour'!!" I had already decided i was going to buy tickets to her show in Anaheim so either way i was going, but it didnt hurt to try right? So when i pulled up to a red light i hooked my phone to the radio and called. Honestly i didnt have much faith that i would win, i mean i never do. And as 10 minutes passed i really doubted i would win. "Welp, good try" , i thought to myself. Just as i pulled up to my house and was about to hang up, a voice blared through my speakers.

"Good Afternoon & Congratulations! You just won a backstage vip pass to one show on Demi Lovato's Neon Lights Tour!!"

I froze in my seat, there was dead silence. "Hello?", the announcer asked. "Is anyone- "Aaaaahhhhh", I screamed and jumped up and down, making my car rock. "Oh my God i won, Ohhh My God!!!!"

"There you are", the announcer laughed. "Please stay on the line, to give us your information so you can receive your prize." "Okay, oh my god. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!" I went to the station building about 2 weeks later to pick them up. And today was finally the day that i was going to meet my idol !!

I took a quick shower and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. It was 8 am. It was about a 6 hour drive to Anaheim and i needed to be there an hour earlier than the show started so i decided to leave at 11. That gave me 3 hours to make sure i looked my best for my "wife".

I made a simple breakfast burrito consisting of eggs, sausages, cheese, and chopped up hash-browns. Then i threw on some sweats and a tshirt and headed down to the nail salon that opened up at 9.

After getting my nails done, during the drive home, a thought hit me. I didnt get Demi a gift!! Normally i wouldn't do that because its not guaranteed that they'll get the gift. The bodyguards could just throw it out or forget about it or something. But this time i was actually going to meet her Face-to-face. I had to get her a gift. I looked at the radio. It was 9:30, giving me enough time to run to the store and buy her something. But what the hell am I gonna get?!?

"Ugh", i groaned to myself, "I hate last minute things". Okay, think. What kind of things does Demi like? Umm.. chocolate chip cookies, M&Ms, Mean Girls (movie), Paramore (band), Aliens, & Crime Shows. "Okay ummm, i can get her m&ms, a paramore necklace, a stuffed alien bear thingy, and all the seasons of 48 Hours.", I said aloud to myself while driving. "Do i even have enough money for that?.. Well who cares its Demi Lovato for gods sake" I glanced at the time. "Shit, i gotta hurry up."

❀ 45 Minutes Later ❀

"God," I mumbled to myself as i opened the door to my house. "I had to go to three different stores just to find 3 seasons of 48 Hours." I put the bags down on the couch and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. When i turned around, the time on the Microwave screamed out at me 10:20 !!! "Fuck, im gonna be late!" I gargled down the rest of the water and ran upstairs to get dressed and do my hair. While putting on my outfit, my eyes drifted across the scars on my left arm.

☄ Flashback ☄

I was crying and laying on the bathroom floor. I had the shower turned on & music playing from my phone so that no one would hear the screams & sobs that racked my body. Not that anyone would care anyway. My mom was probably just coming home pissed drunk, and fucking some strange man on our couch. My dad left me when I was 5. I was alone. Any friends that i had ever had ended up leaving me. I was never good enough for anyone. There was always someone or something better.