Adventures of.

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Livia Elle Watcher.

I watch my best friend pace back and forth in our apartment. I just got a call from my ever so lovely manager that I'm, well, we are flying to Los Angeles tomorrow to appear on The Late Late Show. I am appearing, she's just coming with. Which is why she's pacing back and forth, she says it's to calm her nerves. But we both know it's only making her more nervous.

"Ashlyn, breathe," She looks at me, her eyes spitting fire. "I don't know why I said yes to 'emotional support' You don't need it, I," She says, pointing at herself, "I need it!" She finishes and starts pacing again. I failed to mention that my best friend is horrible with this kind of thing. I've been doing this for almost two years now and she still gets all stressed out when we suddenly have a change of schedule. With this I mean, being a singer-songwriter. Spend my whole life being a chicken until this one finally showed up and practically forced me to chase the everlasting dream, guess I'm just repaying the favor.

"It's just for a couple of days, you'll be fine," Again she gives me the look and I think for once I should shut up. But what kind of friend would I be if I did that?

"I know thaaaaaaat!" She whines falling on the couch. "Once we're there I'll be fine, it's just the getting there," She says using her hands as a tool to describe the plane ride. I can't help but smile before getting on my feet, "How about this," I start, grabbing my phone opening up the Spotify app. "To calm you down we'll play some BTS, and go pack our shit," Hearing BTS come out of my mouth her eyes spark and she's up in a heartbeat.

"That is seriously, the best fucking idea you've ever had," She says as I put on IDOLLLLLLL.

While dancing we pack our suitcases for the four days spent in Los Angeles. It's not our first time going there and I hope it won't be the last. I love my job, I love getting a chance to see the world. It's a thrill having people from all around the world sing your songs right back to you, even if English is not their first language we go all out.

(**) < -- this one means 'fast forward to the next day, we skip plane rides and all that jazz to get to LA faster.'

We arrived, are sitting in my beautiful suite big enough for a party of ten but there's just the two of us. I love it. Getting to the hotel wasn't as fun as sitting in it now. Fans and paparazzi mixed is never a good idea. Anyhow, we managed to get to the car safely. Ashlyn already knocked out on her bed mind you, me still going over tomorrow's schedule with my manager, Kim. It's just a lot of nodding and agreeing to things I don't really hear anymore. It's almost always the same, and since I've done The Late Late Show a couple of times already it really is the same. We go there at eight, have a lovely chat with James, go over the recording and off we go. James has been supporting me from the start, and I love coming on his show.

"So after we grab a bite to eat, come back here and the day after you have a day off before we fly back home," She finishes with a smile.

"Sounds good, I'll see you tomorrow," I say standing up from my seat to head to the door to let her out, "Seven sharp," She says pointing a knowing finger my way, "Yea yea," She walks out saying goodbye and I shut the door.

"Is she gone?" Ashlyn's head pop out and I can't help but laugh while nodding, "Yes, finally,"

Kim and Ashlyn aren't friends, that is putting it lightly but they don't really like each other. Mostly because Ashlyn always takes the blame when we're late due to me, that's why Kim never wants her with us anymore but I refuse to do anything without her so they honestly don't have a choice anymore.

"I still think you should fire her," She says sitting, or more lying down on the couch. "I need a manager, though," I counter sitting back down too. "I'll be your manager," "Absolutely not," She looks at me with raised eyebrows, hurt in her sarcastic eyes. "That shit hurted," She says, trying to be serious. "I'm sorry, but the answer is still no," "At least get her off my back," She says now very serious. "I will I promise,"

She pushes a thumb in the air, bidding me a good night and off she goes to bed. I follow her lead and get myself ready for bed, tomorrow is going to be a long day and I do want to be on time for the first time in my life. So with this jetlag still present I fall on the softest bed made, tuck myself in off I go.

(***) <-- this one means; 'end'