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"I'll be your everything if you make me a star."
Michael -the local bad boy with a bad imago- works at flea-markets and pawnshops in L.A, owned and organised by his best friend -a underground gang membe...
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Los Angeles was everything I dreamed of and more. After landing I hopped on the taxi. Usually I go by public transportation but today I wanted to treat myself, mostly to celebrate such festive occasion -a new chapter in my life.
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I looked out of the Taxi window from the backseat and officially declared myself in love. It was truly love at first sight between L.A and me. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore Seattle but thinking about my time at home stained my visions with grey, black and white. Maybe the reason to it was the climate, maybe it was because life back there was simply mundane. My social circle existed of my family, Arno the cat and two friends -that I knew from high school- and no romantic interests whatsoever.
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I haven't been in a L.A for a full hour yet, my colour palette changed shades already to sunshine yellow, pink, purple and ocean blue. Even the palmtrees had glamour to them. As they lit up at night with sparkling lights.
The people also seemed happier. Looking at them and how they were dressed made me realize that it was a good idea to change my zip-up hoodie into a black top with sheer -luckily I had the time to do so in the airports restroom. I still had my oversized black leather jacket on though with some chunky sneakers. ~
After the taxi dropped me off at the given address, I picked my apartment keys up. And walked -it was approximately a 5 minute walk- to the residency.
Upon finding my apartment -it was more of a studio- I only had the energy to take my shoes and jacket off, do my skincare, shower and brush my hair. And for the first time in my life I felt like I done something right by choosing to leave Seattle and move here.
I left my backpack in the corner of the room -next to the gorgeous small indoor palm tree, that stood next to the bed. And admired the view. Afterwards I put my trolley next to the closet and promised to rearrange my clothes the next day.
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The studio had a balcony that looked over the neighbourhood -the studio itself was located in a neighbourhood that I was able to afford.
There was not much space to explore -it was just one room with a small bathroom and both had minimalistic white kitschy designs. Although I was surprised when I seen the most comfortable looking bed. The bedsheets and pillows seemed to glisten like pearls.
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I undressed, took my sheer black bralette off and put on some loose fitting white shirt.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror while examining myself -the mirror had golden frames. I looked somewhat tired. But my hair was longer than I remembered it to be.
Tomorrow I would have to search for a job around the neighbourhood. Thinking about it made me slightly nervous. I felt exhausted from this big change in my life. So I stepped into the bedsheets and fell asleep shorty after.
