On Tour with Demi Lovato

Ch2- Dive bars and Opportunities.

It's been 6 weeks in this new place and I'm still completely... Weirded out. I mean, LA is amazing but everything is so completely different, well really only two major things are different. Firstly, the whole driving on the other side of the road thing is just really not working out for me too well.. It was hard enough to figure where to drive when I first got my license, (which is why back home in adelaide, I owned a motorbike- way easier to maneuver) now I'm basically an accident waiting to happen which means Charlie's not really willing to share her recently new car with me.

The second major influence on my life is the fact I can no longer go to the popular bars and drink, which has made my life full of teasing from Charlie when she goes out and now basically hook-up free. The reason being is you are basically unlikely to find someone with the same no-ties interest you have in a fricken park.

Anyways, besides those two things, everything has been great. Charlie made sure to show me all the best places to go see and even took me sight seeing- which ended up with us playing laser skirmish literally an hour after we started. Her job as a photographer for one of LA's top fashion magazines has already forced her to reluctantly leave me twice already to make trips over to New York and such, leaving me both amazed and jealous. Charlie left Damien and I in Australia with our asshole father when we were 15 and she had just turned 18. We didn't speak to her for over a year because we were that mad she abandoned us with him, yet seeing what she's done with her life is incredible and I'm just grateful that she got what she wants.

Now for the great news. The great news is that the rest of my possessions arrived and I now have all my stuff sitting in boxes in my room at home, this also makes getting any job prospects easier as I actually now have a choice of guitars for auditions- not just my beat up, ancient acoustic that I love to death.

Speaking of auditions, as soon as I got here I began getting my name out there immediately. The one place I discovered though, was this dive bar in downtown LA that was recommended to me by a guy in a music store that I bought strings from. I had been to the bar a couple of times already and although the place appears to be a dump, it's actually quite awesome. The bartender and owner, Benny, gives me drinks even though I'm technically 'underage' and I join in with some of the old guitarists who sit in there and jam. The best part about it though is that Benny told me a few weeks ago that occasionally the odd record company executive goes down there or people with connections to a record company come down to hang out.

My phone buzzes next to me on the wooden bed side table, probably Damien's reply to the text I sent him earlier and forces me from my thoughts of the bar. Being here, in a different country without my twin is almost physically painful and even though we argue like hell, I miss him so much. We do, well used to I guess, do everything together. I mean, he is dating Reigan, my best friend for god sakes! meaning the three of us were almost inseparable, so going from seeing them everyday to only over Skype is so hard, especially after all the both of us went through.

I replied to Damien and pulled my lazy ass out of bed. Charlie was out at work for a meeting, so I most likely wouldn't see her until tomorrow morning, meaning that I would have to figure out how to catch a cab (another thing that I failed a tiny bit at) to get to the bar like planned.

I stripped out of my trackies and placed on a pair of light blue ripped jeans as well as my favourite black converse and threw a leather jacket on over my t-shirt before running my hands through my hair and walking into the bathroom to get ready for the night.

10 minutes later I was walking out the door, guitar case in hand and waving at the overly suspicious neighbour who was obviously peeking through the crack of her door, causing her to back away and slam the slight gap shut, which made me chuckle and shake my head. I'm actually fairly sure she thinks I'm a drug dealer. I then make my way to the stairwell after noticing the elevator was busy, and jog down the flights of stairs to the lobby.