"Come in." An irritated voice called from inside the room.
I took another deep breath and walked into my dad's bedroom-plastering on my famous fake smile. "Hey dad." I said trying to calm myself down again.
He glanced up from his computer quickly then turned his attention back to the screen. "What?" He asked.
"Dad I need to tell you something." I said as I started to pull on my fingers nervously.
"Okay, talk!" He commanded to me.
"I've been saving up my money for 4 years now. I finally have enough to pay for a place in this year's camp rock." I spoke quickly and looked up from my hands to see my father's reaction.
That stopped him. He looked up from the screen and removed his glasses from off his noise and stared at me. "Excuse me?" He asked.
"I said-" I started but got cut off by my father's loud voice.
"I heard what you said Demi! What I meant was, what the fuck?!" He yelled at me. Rising from his chair.
I swallowed hard and forced a nervous smile at him.
"We agreed that was a one off! You promised me that after that camp-" He spat out the word in disgust. "-You'd forget that whole music thing and actually concentrate on something more important and less time-wasting. Such as studying hard to get into Princeton!"
I took another deep breath and stood up straight. Trying to act braver then I felt. "And I will. All I'm asking is for one summer off."
He laughed a humorless chuckle and shoke his head. "why would you even want to go there?"
It's now or never Dem. I thought to myself.
"Because music's my life and I love that 'camp.'" I replied.
He stared at me in shock. "No daughter of mine will-" He was cut off by the sounds of a horn outside.
I shut my eyes tightly. "Saved by the bell." I muttered to myself. I turned around and left the room. Heading to the hallway where my already packed bag sat patiently waiting.
My dad stormed after me. "How dare you walk away from me, Demi!? We're not done talking!"
"Well, I am dad! I'm going to that camp! Like it or not!" I put my second bag over my shoulder and opened the front door about to step outside.
"Take another step and you can never come back here again!" My dad threatened between gritted teeth.
I froze for what seemed like a whole minute before I turned my head back and replied. "Fine then. I won't come back." With that I grabbed my bag and walked out side and towards the awaiting mini-van.
A tall guy with brown hair and a warm smiled greeted me as I opened the door. "Hello Demi Lovato. I'm brown."
I smiled at him as I put my bags beside me after getting into the van. "Hey, brown." I replied politely then leaned my head back against my seat as I shut my eyes tight.
I had called brown-the owner of camp rock- and asked him if it would be possible if he could find someway of picking me up. I knew my dad would react in that way and refuse to take me. Except I didn't plan the whole being kicked out thing but it's okay. I knew my grandparents would more then happily take me in.
I let out a slight sigh as I stared to smile. This was it. After 7 years of having to ignore the calling of music for him I could finally go back to the one place I knew would accept me. They did the last time I went there.
Last time.
