over to you. They know how busy you get, they
just miss you sometimes. Hey, what are you doing?”
Ryan shouted alarmed. You would think that by his reaction I
was preparing an army of zombies to invade. What I was actually doing was
finding some cleaning equipment from under the sink.
“Kaitlyn is
coming over tomorrow and she’ll be expecting a nice clean house. I’ll do the
kitchen and you sort of the living room. Then I’ll call Graham and we can head
out tonight.”
“Mamma’s
boy.”
“You won’t
be saying that later. We’re in LA now.”
“Calls for
our favourite bet. Don’t you think?”
My and
Ryan’s favourite bet came from when I first started having to go to these big
parties for promotions. After I got bored and some, Ryan was allowed to come
with me occasionally. We saw a few models clearly out of our league so
obviously hit on them. It was a great laugh until I became more and more famous
and they started to come to us. Then it was damn right scary. Every man thinks
that he wants women falling at his feet but the reality and fantasy are not the
same. In my fantasy, I had superhot women falling at my feet and completing my
every fantasy. In reality I had ugly, needy women begging me to sleep with them
and fighting over me. Scary.
Chapter Four
Kaitlyn
I paced
around my hotel room for exactly seven hours and thirteen minutes before Dad
gave up and told me to get ready. I showered and put on knee length summer
dress. I searched through my suitcases and found a light yellow scarf which I
matched with yellow wedge sandals. I had no idea what we would be doing so I
put some shorts, a t-shirt and my converse into my handbag. Before we left I
grabbed my diary, which was actually my song notebook but I didn’t like to
people to know I was writing songs, so I told people it was a diary. For some
bazaar reason people were less nosy about my diary than my music. It always
confused me.
“We have a
car coming in ten minutes. I called the driver and we’re going to stop for
breakfast on the way over.”
“Do we have
to?”
“We’re going
to be early as it is. I won’t make you eat but I’m starving.”
We waited
in the hotel lobby for the car and Dad handed me a stack of paper.
“I thought
you might want your script.”
“Oh thanks”
I shoved it into my already overflowing bag.
“Where are
we meeting him?”
“He gave us
an address and we gave it to Aaron when he organised the car for today. Did
they like the song you were writing last week?”
“I only gave
them a verse. I don’t like sharing until it’s complete, you know that. I’ve
been working on another but it’s taking longer. It’s a slow song with only my
voice and the piano. I’m having trouble perfecting the music to it. It’s almost
there but it needs something more.”
“Need a
hand?” Dad looked pained.
“It’s ok.
It’ll come to me.”
“I’m proud
of you Kaitlyn and I know your mum would be as well. You’ve come along way over
the years.”
“Thanks Dad.
I couldn’t do it without you though.”
“I know
sweetie but one day you will.”
I gave him a
hug when somebody called us to say our car had arrived. We walked outside and
got in a fancy black car. It didn’t bother me much when people took my
photograph as I was slowly getting used to it. I wasn’t prepared for people
knowing who I was in America though.
“Smile
Kaitlyn” Dad reminded me as he closed the car door.
I waved at a
couple of people then relaxed back into the seat. The driver found us a small
café and I checked myself in the bathroom mirror there while dad ordered me an
orange juice. He laughed at the American breakfast he’d ordered. I pulled out
my diary and began to write a few lines for a song.
It’s an all American theme,
I’m living the LA dream.
It wasn’t
perfect but a few lines usually gave me inspiration for an entire song when I
came back to it later.
“So can we
go yet?” I begged as Dad ate
just miss you sometimes. Hey, what are you doing?”
Ryan shouted alarmed. You would think that by his reaction I
was preparing an army of zombies to invade. What I was actually doing was
finding some cleaning equipment from under the sink.
“Kaitlyn is
coming over tomorrow and she’ll be expecting a nice clean house. I’ll do the
kitchen and you sort of the living room. Then I’ll call Graham and we can head
out tonight.”
“Mamma’s
boy.”
“You won’t
be saying that later. We’re in LA now.”
“Calls for
our favourite bet. Don’t you think?”
My and
Ryan’s favourite bet came from when I first started having to go to these big
parties for promotions. After I got bored and some, Ryan was allowed to come
with me occasionally. We saw a few models clearly out of our league so
obviously hit on them. It was a great laugh until I became more and more famous
and they started to come to us. Then it was damn right scary. Every man thinks
that he wants women falling at his feet but the reality and fantasy are not the
same. In my fantasy, I had superhot women falling at my feet and completing my
every fantasy. In reality I had ugly, needy women begging me to sleep with them
and fighting over me. Scary.
Chapter Four
Kaitlyn
I paced
around my hotel room for exactly seven hours and thirteen minutes before Dad
gave up and told me to get ready. I showered and put on knee length summer
dress. I searched through my suitcases and found a light yellow scarf which I
matched with yellow wedge sandals. I had no idea what we would be doing so I
put some shorts, a t-shirt and my converse into my handbag. Before we left I
grabbed my diary, which was actually my song notebook but I didn’t like to
people to know I was writing songs, so I told people it was a diary. For some
bazaar reason people were less nosy about my diary than my music. It always
confused me.
“We have a
car coming in ten minutes. I called the driver and we’re going to stop for
breakfast on the way over.”
“Do we have
to?”
“We’re going
to be early as it is. I won’t make you eat but I’m starving.”
We waited
in the hotel lobby for the car and Dad handed me a stack of paper.
“I thought
you might want your script.”
“Oh thanks”
I shoved it into my already overflowing bag.
“Where are
we meeting him?”
“He gave us
an address and we gave it to Aaron when he organised the car for today. Did
they like the song you were writing last week?”
“I only gave
them a verse. I don’t like sharing until it’s complete, you know that. I’ve
been working on another but it’s taking longer. It’s a slow song with only my
voice and the piano. I’m having trouble perfecting the music to it. It’s almost
there but it needs something more.”
“Need a
hand?” Dad looked pained.
“It’s ok.
It’ll come to me.”
“I’m proud
of you Kaitlyn and I know your mum would be as well. You’ve come along way over
the years.”
“Thanks Dad.
I couldn’t do it without you though.”
“I know
sweetie but one day you will.”
I gave him a
hug when somebody called us to say our car had arrived. We walked outside and
got in a fancy black car. It didn’t bother me much when people took my
photograph as I was slowly getting used to it. I wasn’t prepared for people
knowing who I was in America though.
“Smile
Kaitlyn” Dad reminded me as he closed the car door.
I waved at a
couple of people then relaxed back into the seat. The driver found us a small
café and I checked myself in the bathroom mirror there while dad ordered me an
orange juice. He laughed at the American breakfast he’d ordered. I pulled out
my diary and began to write a few lines for a song.
It’s an all American theme,
I’m living the LA dream.
It wasn’t
perfect but a few lines usually gave me inspiration for an entire song when I
came back to it later.
“So can we
go yet?” I begged as Dad ate
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