On Tour with Demi Lovato

Ch8- First Rehearsals..

DEMI'S POV

"I swear to God Demi, I am not taking the blame for this!" Nat shouted up the stairs.

"What? I wanted to get my hair done!" I shouted back.

"Yes, obviously! But you have the tour promotion shoot in 2 days and I think the photographer was heading towards cute, friendly photos or whatever!" Nat replied.

"They can get fucked then. If I wanted to shave half my head and dye it pink it will!" I shouted while leaving the bathroom and shrugging on my leather jacket before approaching the stairs.

"You did do that." Nat pointed out. "I gotta admit though, It looks hot." Nat sighed, looking up from her phone as I jump off the last step.

"Thankyou. Now what time do we have to be there by?" I question with a smirk, picking my keys from the bench.

"Well it starts at 9, so we have to leave like now to make it." she responds, grabbing the keys from my grip.

"Oi! I was going to drive!" I protested, trying and miserably failing to get the keys back.

"Well maybe I want to make it there without dying. It's too early to be thrill seeking." She responded with a shrug before walking away towards the garage with me in tow.

"It's too early for fucking anything." I shot back. "Anyways, I'm a great driver. I bet you at Need for Speed at the arcade that time remember?"

"We both know that doesn't count." She stated in a sing-song voice as she opens the driver side door. "On how I love driving your car!" She exclaims with a smile, causing me to frown.

"So do I." I respond, pouting at the driver side window.

"Just get in the car Demz." She exasperatedly sighs.

"I want to drive though."

"Oh stop being difficult." She groans.

"I'm not difficult!" I defend.

"Mmhm, whatever lets you sleep at night" she snickers

"Ugh whatever." I state. "Fine, I'll let you drive."

"I was anyway smartass." She responds.

I just roll my eyes as Nat pulls smoothly out onto the main road. "Anyways, not that I don't love your company and all but why are you coming with. I thought you would be loving your semi-free days before the tour begins?" I asked, eying my brunette assistant.

"Well for one, I need to talk to Holly about organising hotel rooms on certain stops during the progress meeting and I'm also kind of curious to see how Carson goes, you know with it being first rehearsal with everybody." Nat replied, turning onto the highway.

I nod my head. "True. I think everyone is."

"Reckon she'll bomb out?" Nat asks me, shooting me a quick glance.

"Nah, I have faith. She will do fine." I truthfully admit, thinking back to the auditions.

"Yeah, you're right." Nat concedes. "You heard back from Wilmer recently?" She then questions, causing my good mood to fade.

"No, I haven't heard from him." I gruffly reply and gaze out the window, thinking about the lack of contact from my boyfriend in two weeks.

"Demi? Are you ok? We're here." Nat spoke, bringing me from my train of thought. "I'm sorry for mentioning it, I just didn't realise it was a sensitive topic or anything."

"No Nat, it's fine. Not your fault." I respond, trying to rid of thoughts of the Hispanic guy.

"Well you were lost in your own world for ages. Don't let him bring you down." Nat encouraged. "Now c'mon, let's go."