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God, I can't believe that Jake didn't give us the right hotel. All that effort tracking him down and driving to LA - and the, damn, by the time we figured it out? Sera was freaking out because her dad or stepdad or whatever was going to kill her if she didn't get home before her curfew
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Hey.
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*throws herself into Jake's arm, hugging him quickly before releasing him*
*smacks him on the shoulder*
Jerk.
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I've missed you.
*pulls back*
How did you end up on the wrong side of town?
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I followed the directions you gave Carlos. I don't know which of you screwed up but...
*voice breaks into a sob*
Damn it
*starts to cry*
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Look, I know I hurt you. I let the band down. I've got Mom upset, but I'm doing what is best for me right now.
*stands up and paces the length of the room*
I wrote her a letter and she should get it tomorrow. I'll try and call her this weekend when I figure out what to say to her.
College was your thing, not mine.
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*voice tense*
What exactly is your thing, Jake?
*waves her arm around the hotel room*
What exactly is this dream that you're living?
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My thing is my music, Am.
I've got some amateur night stuff lined up. If I am gonna make it, LA is the city to do it in.
Look, fancy houses and expensive toys and clothes have never been important to me. Dad has no faith in my dream and if I'm ever going to prove to him that this is important to me...then I have to start somewhere.
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*chokes back a sob*
What was wrong with being in the band, at home? You had a following and stuff, you had regular gigs even...
*wipes her eyes roughly again*
You had family.
*voice gets angry*
It's not about the home and toys and clothes, it's about having a brother I can count on.
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