Date: July 7, 2009.
Liana's Diary
Today, I was sitting on my couch. Bored out my mind. And since it's LA, it's damn hot. All of the windows and the front door were open. So I decide to briefly entertain myself. I walk over to my acoustic piano and start to play my current favorite song. Taking Chances. And yes of course, Kara wrote it. Which is okay, but I try to ignore the fact. My dad always tells me to be nice to her, but sometimes it's freakin' hard. And also, my dad says I'm not allowed to cuss people off anywhere. But I'm bending the rules by cussing, just not at people. Hey, I live in one of the worst places to live on the continent, so I've been cussed of to many times to count. But anyways, I get really into my song and start belting out the high notes.
But what do you say to takin' chances?
What do you say to jumpin' off the edge?
People tell me I'm kinda good, but comepletly disagree. Compared to someone like my hero, Martina McBride, I suck. If you don't know her she's my favorite country singer. My favrite song from her is either Anyway, or Independence Day. Wow, I'm really off track. So now I hear a car door shut. I think, no dad can't be home yet. Then I hear the sound of herflip-flops dragging on the ground. I can tell she's listening to me. Shit. I run around shutting the top of the piano and grab my cd player. I have an idea. I stick a blank cassette in the slot and press pause. This will work. Kara just now walked in the back door. Dad said: "Don't ever worry about knocking, Kara. Just come on in. Normally someone is home.". Dad, I barely know this woman. I really don't want her just barging into my home when you're not around.
"Hey, Li-Li!" Don't call me Li-Li, Kara. Only dad can do that.
"Hi." I said with absouloutly no ethusiasam in my voice.
"Who was singing in here?" She asked, pointing at the piano. Crap, I forgot about the sheet music I was using.
"Just my friend. We recorded her with an old cassette recorder. She left her sheet music here." That was good. Real good. I didn't even crack a smile. In case you don't know, I'm a really bad liar.
"Oh, she's great! And you should tell her I said that." WHAT? Kara DioGuardi just said that I was a good singer! I thought she had ears and a brain! Well, that's just another thing on the "Reasons to Hate Kara DioGuardi List." When she leaves I'll scrible down:
She doesn't have a brain.
"So, are you here alone?"
"Yeah."
"You wanna like, go somewhere and do something? You look pretty bored." There's something I don't know. She never asks me to do stuff with her.
"Is there something I don't know going on here?"
"No, not that I know of." Maybe she's just trying to be nicer. If she tries, I'll try. "So?" She continued.
"Yeah I'd love to go somewhere!" I smiled with a little more enthusiasm than before. Maybe I like her more after this. I don't really know.