The Beauty & The Tragedy

Only Girl In The World

I woke up as the buses pulled into the venue. We had several hours before the show started. As usual, everyone was scattered around. I found Demi and Natalie playing ping pong on roller skates. It didn't look very safe but they seemed like they were having fun. Demi's laugh was contagious and I couldn't help but crack up as she threw her head back and laughed at Natalie.

I spent the rest of the day getting the band through press and making them sign cd's and posters. They hated bulk signings. Demi threatened to have a stamp made. There were a couple times I saw her having Ritchie sign stuff.

"I feel like a sweat shop worker." Johnny complained.

"Not even!"

"Says the girl who doesn't have to sign shit for like two hours." Joe chimed in.

"You guys wanted the job." I shrugged. "Don't complain about the work."

"See. You're making us look like lazy and ungrateful little brats." Nick grinned.

"If the shoe fits..." I said pursing my lips. "Where is Demi?" I asked when I noticed she was missing.

"Hiding from you." Johnny whispered loudly.

"Shut up!" I laughed, before yanking on his ear.

He batted my hand away and continued to sign.

"I'm gonna get carpal tunnel." He complained.

"Not from this. You'll get that from your other extracurricular activities." I teased.

"Ouch. Good one." He smirked.

I peeked out into the hallway to see if I could find her. I could hear a loud commotion in wardrobe so I decided to go check it out. I found Demi and the sound guy doing beer bongs. They. seemed to be engaged in some sort of race, and I was pretty sure Demi was winning.

"Demi..." I said slowly as I crossed my arms and held up a sharpie.

She stopped chugging the beer, and glanced at me. Her cheeks were puffed up from holding the liquid in her mouth.

"Now." I said my voice low and stern.

She swallowed the beer and let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Time to go row with the other slaves." Demi grumbled.

I reached over and smacked her as she walked by.

"Ouch." She chuckled.

"That's what you get!" I said defiantly.

I left them to signing and I checked in with the crew. I made sure everything ran smoothly. They didn't really trust anyone else to do it, so I did. By the time they toured Europe however, they had no choice but to hire a separate tour manager. I couldn't manage everything even though they wanted me to.

When I returned to the dressing room, everyone had once again dispersed. I plopped down on the couch next to Demi and rested my head on her shoulder. She was engaged in conversation with Johnny.

"So I'm fuckin this chick right." He says to Demi. "And it's like throwing a hot dog down a fucking hallway dude. It was terrible."

"Shut up!" Demi laughed.

"The entire time I was like am I even in or what because I literally couldn't tell."

"Eww." I said with a grimace. "Y'all are nasty."

"Come on. Admit it. You'd sit on my face if it wasn't for Nick." He grinned.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed loudly. "No!"