Day 9: Move
I'm not the kind of person who likes change.
I lived in Sherwood, Minnesota with my mom and Katie all my life and the only thing that ever changed was my dad dying. I'm still trying to recover from that and he died seven years ago.
So when James wanted to audition for Gustavo I was scared shitless.
I knew the possibility of him making it and going to Hollywood was very high. James had a voice that could make anyone swoon and he had the passion to make his dream come true.
Me, being the awesome boyfriend I am, supported him without complaint, but deep inside, I was so nervous and scared. I knew once he moved, nothing would be the same. He would be out living his dream and I would just be in here, in boring old Minnesota, boyfriend-less and lonely.
But, when Gustavo denied James of his dream and told him he had no talent, I went ballistic.
I never thought the outcome of my rage would be me getting the offer that James craved more than anything.
I couldn't believe that bastard had the nerve to say James had no talent and then, give me the chance to move out to California and record demos. I had to say no; I couldn't leave James behind like that, even if he was ready to do that to me. That was different; he wanted the fame, I didn't.
But that next morning, when James said he hated me, I knew I had to do something to make things right.
If James was going to be leaving Minnesota, I wanted to leave with him.
I wanted to make a change that wouldn't leave me sad and depressed like my father's death did.
Besides, James is worth any change, not matter how drastic . . . he always will be.
