Keep Your Head Up, James Diamond

by Maslover13

James Diamond has gone from a somebody to a Nobody in a short period of time. His life has spiraled out of control causing him to live in his car as an alcoholic drug addict. He sits in front of the coffee shop every day, earning a dollar and a coffee for his music ability from his loyal customer who he refers to as "Coffee Girl". Will she have the power to turn his life around?

1. Introduction

Life has never been an easy laid back carnival ride.

No, it's been a roller coaster full of twists and turns, a few loops here and there and corkscrews sending my mind spiraling out of control.

But, unlike a roller coaster, I never seemed to escape the loops, the twists and the turns. They appeared harder and more brutal every day. Knocking me down to my all time low.

You should know life is hell.

I used to have it all. Now all I want is to be had.

Money was blown on things I considered "Essential".

Drugs.

Alcohol.

Whores.

Unessential things now...

All I wanted now was to be held. To not worry about where I was going to sleep or what I was going to eat if I was blessed enough to get anything at all.

Everyone knows who I am but no one seems to help.

Day to day I live in the same rut. Mimicking a broken record, living day to day.

I wake up from my slumber, realizing my grand apartment that overlooked the streets of Los Angeles is gone and I'm now reduced to living in my car which I'm barely able to keep.

I then find a place to shower which is usually a quick wash In a sink of a bar bathroom. It's nothing compared to my elegant shower at home...

But it wasn't my home anymore. I had to grasp reality. I wasn't the rich and famous pop star, James Diamond, with my 3 friends anymore.

While they were off touring I was here, barely living.

I was removed from Big Time Rush close to a year ago due to the "essentials" I listed above.

I don't blame them for kicking me out. I wasn't proud to be me anymore.

I live life day to day, sitting out in front of the coffee shop, guitar case open, hoping to receive a little money from my singing and guitar playing.

I was lucky if I got a dollar and fifty cents each day. People in California knew who I was and didn't want to help.

And that honestly hurt.

I would watch the same faces pass day to day.

The old man who walked with a limp, the kid with a thousand questions, the group of teenagers who whispered as they passed, and Coffee Girl.

Coffee Girl was different from the rest. While they rolled their eyes and whispered, Coffee Girl would pass, humming along to the known songs that I would write and play everyday. She'd walk into the establishment and not return to the outside world for about 10 minutes. But, when she did, she always handed me a cup of coffee, throwing a dollar Into my normally empty guitar case.

"I like That song." She would comment as I would finish before quickly exiting my presence and walking briskly down the pavement.

Most of the songs were about her. In a weird way she gave me hope, she gave me something to look forward to. I had a special feeling for her that I hadn't felt to anyone before.

I didn't even know her name. I only referred to her as "Coffee Girl"

The girl who gave me hope.

The girl who changed my life.