On Tour with Demi Lovato

Ch1- Long time no see welcome to LA.

"...On behalf of Virgin Airlines, welcome to Los Angeles and we thank you for flying with us today. Please remain seated.." I tuned out the monotone voice of the pilot and put away my headphones.

I gazed around, glaring slightly at the other sweaty jittery passengers a they walked and shoved past my isle seat while I was attempting to put all my shit into my backpack. I moved my legs to the side when my two neighbours- a couple of gardeners whom I had the upmost pleasure of sitting next to on the plane while they debated the importance of sunlight or some shit- went to depart the plane also. Don't get me wrong, they seemed like nice people but for someone that doesn't give a shit about gardening- well I did own a cactus once but that, um, died- it was actually quite annoying.

I glanced out the window while the chaos was occurring to see the busy Tarmac and the basically cloudless sky above. I thought it was supposed to be Autumn and depressing? Weird.. Shrugging off the boring thoughts about the weather, I silently stood and placed the now full backpack onto my back as I slipped into the thinning crowd as they shuffled past.

I walked slowly, cringing slightly when the bandages of the fresh tattoo on my abdomen bump into the seat as I walk and try to accommodate an old guy trying to get his luggage from the rack thingo right in the middle of everything. God I so regret getting this tattoo yesterday, that was a crappy life choice. Well not the tattoo itself, but the timing because it itches like a bitch.

As I reach the front of the plane near the door that I was supposed to exit, I catch sight of Brittany, the blonde flight attendant that I had the pleasure of knowing, really well, and shot her a quick wink causing her to smirk as I stepped off into the walkway towards the terminal.. Yeah the 18 hours on a plane weren't all wasted.

Reaching baggage claim in no time, I frowned slightly and ran my hands through my recently done, dark brown hair all the way to the light pink faded tips on the ends at the crowd and the enormity of this bloody airport. Ugh, Sydney airport is no where as crazy as this place. After finally shoving through the people, I reach the conveyer belt and instantly spot the beat-up acoustic guitar case which brings a smile to my face. I scoop it up and only seconds later does my suitcase appear. Pulling out the handle, I drag the the away with my guitar in the opposite hand and walk through to the long customs line, hoping the rest of my possessions won't take long to get shipped here.

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"..Here is your passport Miss McCartney and your Visa seems to be in order, so the only thing left to say is welcome to America." The smiling African American lady who appears to be in her mid 30's says as she hands back my passport and papers.

"Cheers." I reply, returning it with a sincere grin, my Australian accent obviously sounding completely different to the American's. She gives one last nod in farewell as I leave the line and attempt to make my way to the exit and hopefully catch a taxi to Charlie's place.

Walking out of LAX was a shock as I was immediately met with the chilly air and the sound of traffic.

"Holy shit." I mutter to myself while I stare around in awe at the fancy cars and black limousines that were driving past regularly and the fancy people just walking past. "I'm so fucked."

I eventually joined the line of people, who like me, were also waiting for taxi's out of here and as I stood behind a large man carrying a suitcase eating Doritos, I had the genius idea to actually check my phone. I instantly pulled it out and switched it off of Aeroplane mode causing several alerts to ping through.

The picture one from my best friend immediately caught my eye and I scrambled to open it and immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the discreet photo of my football player, basically identical twin brother wiping away a tear as he sat on the couch of our house- well their house now I guess. As promised, I then send them both a text saying I arrived here before going to update Facebook.