Of course I miss home, but I could definitely get used to living in LA permanently. That is if I find an apartment that I like. There's been so many beautiful places, but they have things like pink floorboards, noisy neighbours or haunted bathrooms that are enough to turn me off.
Back home I still lived with my parents, but I know that if I were still in Australia I would definitely be looking at my own place like I am now. I'm only nineteen, but I do enjoy my own privacy and can take care of myself so that is why I am capable of living on my own at such a young age.
Since coming back and forth to LA, I have stayed at Rebecca's place. We met at a Sephora launch party at the beginning of last year and have been friends ever since. Rachel is one of those friends who is bold and blunt but you still love them for it because they've got your back.
So for over a year now I have been living between Rebecca's house here in LA and my parents house in Sydney. Most of my time is spent in LA though, or travelling around the world.
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"What do you think of this apartment ma'am?" The short, balding guy in the navy suit asks me. Crap, he only told me his name two and a half minutes ago when he introduced himself and I've already forgotten it. Way to go Hailey.
"It's nice" I say politely although the door was lime green and I hated it as soon as I seen it because that reminds me of my lockers back at school. I look around the place as I walk deeper inside. There's a nice view of some greenery which is nice and there looks to be a park nearby where I can take my non-existent dog for a run every morning.
I feel like this place is growing on me, but that green door has got to go.
"Would I be able to paint the door if I were to buy this place?"
The man raises a brow at me. "The inside of the door yes if approved by the home owners, but the outside is to stay. All the doors are to remain the same colour. The home owner owns the interior of the apartment but not the exterior."
I nod my head. "Right." Well there goes the morning park runs with my non-existent dog. I look down at my watch and check the time. "Thank you for your time. I am really sorry but I have to head to a meeting now. I will be in touch." In other words get me out of here I don't like this place, no offence bald guy who I forgot the name of.
"But you can paint the interior ma'am and there are so many great aspects. The bathroom is double the size of-"
"I'm sorry, I just feel like this apartment isn't for me." I had to be straight with him. The look on his face looks like a kid when you tell them they can't have ice cream.
"Okay then, how about the fifth floor? We have a slightly smaller room and-"
"What colour are the doors?" He asks.
"Yellow."
"Oh, what a vibrant place this seems to be."
"So if you will just come this way with me" he leads me out the door.
I turn around and hold my hand out to shake his. "Thank you very much for your time-uh" what was his name? Stuff it, I won't remember because it's so far in the back of my mind that it won't come back to me. "Thank you for your time sir but I have to get to my meeting now."
He nods his head. "Very well then. If you don't mind Miss Hayes, my daughter is a huge fan, would I be able to get an autograph for her?"
Aw, how sweet. That surely puts a smile on my face. "Of course" I take his pen. "What's her name?"
"Sophia." I write a nice message to Sophia and hand the pen and paper to the man. "Once again, thank you for your time. I do hope you find people to call this unique place their home."
"Thank you Miss Hayes. Good day to you."
I walk towards the lift or should I say elevator since I'm in America now, not Australia. When I exit the apartment complex, I text Heather that I will be at her office in ten minutes. I purposely looked at this place last because it was the closest to my management building.
On my way here my driver pointed out a cute sushi place that he said his girlfriend loves. I am craving sushi so I decide to head in there. Next to the sushi place is Jamba Juice and I had one of these for the first time last week and you could say it was love at first sight.
So of course I had to get myself a peanut butter and chocolate smoothie. Next up is sushi and I get that to go as I will eat it on my walk to my destination.
A sweet girl with her grandma stopped me for a photo outside the sushi place. When I first started in the music industry, I would pinch myself over the fact that people would stop me in the streets. Now I have got so used to it that it's a rarity for me not to get stopped.
I know some people get tired of taking photos with their fans, and I completely understand why. But these people clearly put time in to listen to my music and support me so giving them 1-5 minutes of my time by taking a photo, saying hi or having a small conversation is the least that I could do to repay them.
If it weren't for people supporting me in my small suburb in Sydney Australia, then I wouldn't be here today in Los Angeles looking for an home to live in. I know I'm only new at this and the only one's who harass me are the paps not the fans, but I try to take a photo with everyone who asks.
My driver was right, this sushi tastes phenomenal. I finish stuffing my face and take another sip of my Jamba Juice as I walk through the revolving doors of Sony Music. I wave to Jennifer at the front desk as I walk towards the third hallway that leads to the elevators that take me to Heather's office.
Heather will give me a run down on what we are going to be discussing in today's meeting. It's going to be about Ed's tour. This is the second last leg of the tour, the final leg is Australia and then his tour is over.
Hopefully this time next year or even the year after, I'll be on a tour of my own. After all, that has been my dream since I was a little girl. I dream of travelling the world whilst performing my music for all the different people in those countries.