DemiSexual

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Being on tour has been one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life. Demi has always been a go-getter, even from such a young age. I never really enjoyed being in the spotlight. That's more of Demi's thing; being in songs and music videos and having a nice home and stuff. She's doing what she loves to do. I do have a nice job and a decent home but I never thought of actually having a job I really wanted to do. Art is my passion, art was basically my life but because of my current job as a financial aid advisor, it is hard to take time off and hang out with my friends. Being the shy one in the office is pretty difficult, considering the fact that my working environment is filled with loud mouths and obnoxious coworkers. I do have Demi to thank for helping me with my timid nature. We have been in Italy for a good week. Demi takes time off every other day to be with her team and I. It makes me feel special when I'm around her, like she is only focused on my well being. I don't let it get to my head though, I try to focus on more important things, like supporting my best friend in times like these.

"I am freaking out. I am literally two seconds away from passing out." Demi said through her teeth.

"You're going to do great, I promise.". I reply.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you have the right to kick me off your tour."

"That's not fair." She replied.

"Why not?"

"Because I could never kick you out of my tour." I smile at her comment and sigh.

"Look, stop worrying. You're going to do great out there. They love you and if you mess up, they'll just laugh with you, not at you. I'll be here waiting, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled and entered the step. I watched her slowly rise up and as I made my way backstage I could see her rising from the ground, licking her lips and being fierce. The crowd went crazy and she gave them a little smile.

"Venice, are you ready to rock!?" The crowd screamed even louder and her smile grew even wider. I watched her sing and dance with her backup dancers for fifteen shows in a course of two weeks. Every night she put a smile on everyone's faces and every night she surprised her fans at her meet and greets.

The next day she took me to one of her work out spots in Venice. There were bright yellow bikes and pumped up music. She walked in with her sweatpants and a formfitting tank top. We cycled and peddled these bikes for hours. When we finally hopped off the machines, my legs were trembling but Demi looked like she was ready for more.

"Ready for another round?" She asked wiping her sweat off with her towel. I looked out the window and saw the sky. It was getting dark and I looked back at her.

"You're kidding, right? You know Demi, I really do think you would be the death of me."

"Oh come on don't exaggerate." Demi replies."

"On my tombstone, I want them to know that you were the one that killed me off. 'Here lies Chelsea, she had a decent life until her best friend made her work out too much. Too bad she never got to do what she loved.' Yeah that sounds nice. And when they place my coffin in my grave, I want them to play the most depressing song they can find."

Demi laughed her enormous laugh and threw her towel in my face. I let it drop to the floor and as I was ready to walk out the door, Demi's bodyguard stopped me. He has not only been there for Demi, but for me as well. He's basically an old friend.

"Sorry Chels. It's a little crazy out there. Let me walk in front of you." Max says.

"I'll be fine Maxie Pad." I have always given pet names to my best friends and Max by far had the best nickname. I walk out and watch as Demi is swarmed by girls and boys. She signs papers and notebooks and photographs from left to right. I was surprised with her speed and precision.

I would have been overwhelmed. When I think about it, three girls approach me.

"Oh my Gosh! You're Chelsea! " They say in excitement. I look behind me and turn back to the girls.

"Yeah." I reply. They beg for and autograph and a picture. I smile for the camera and wave goodbye. I make my way inside the black car and close the door.

"Exciting, huh?" Demi says.

"What is?" I ask.

"The people, the fans. I saw you signing notebooks."

"They know me because of you. I'm your shadow." I don't think about what I say. I try to avoid Demi's eyes but they follow me.

I finally look up and see her face. Serious. Stern. Straight. I do not feel comfortable at all.

"Okay." She says. That was it. The ride back to the hotel was quite. My stomach turns and I do not even think twice about sleeping in the same room as her. I went off into the second bedroom and close the door.