Being a small-town girl, I found it hard to fit into the wild lifestyle of the LA scene. I was used to picnics by the lakeside and walks in the woods. LA was nothing like I had ever seen before but with my chosen career path, it was best for me to move here. I was an aspiring supermodel and it had been my dream all my life. My family was kind enough to encourage me to go after my dream and my dad had given me a good head start by paying my bills until I had settled.
He was still paying them and I hated it because I knew he couldn't afford it but he did it anyway because he believed in me and my dream. I remember how he had sternly warned me about partying too much and losing my focus in a city filled with wild adventures but in my chosen industry, it was kind of hard to avoid it.
I didn't want to be at Club 411 tonight but my housemate got an invitation from a rich guy he was currently working with. Moon was an assistant personal trainer and her boss brushed shoulders with some of the most affluent celebrities in LA.
If I am being honest, Moon could now afford to move on with her life and live in a fancy apartment but she still shared space with me because she knew I couldn't afford to rent the whole apartment alone. Finding a new roommate was also equally a nightmare. She didn't make it obvious but I knew she was doing me a favor and I appreciated it.
For that reason, I found it hard to turn her down when she asked me to tag along on her wild adventures in LA. It was a small price to pay for someone who had been a good and loyal friend to me.
After trying to pass the crazy crowd on the dance floor, I finally reached the other side where the restrooms were. Frantically I rushed into the restroom and didn't stop for anything in my quest to relieve my swollen bladder.
I felt a surge of relief wash over me as I emptied myself into the toilet bowl and I closed my eyes a little enjoying the sensation. That is when I heard muffled sobs in the next stall. I probably had missed them because of how I was so distracted trying to relieve myself.
Eager to find out what was going on, I freshened myself and knocked on the toilet stall.
"It's occupied," answered the girl almost choking on her sobs.
"Are you okay?" I asked her with a trace of concern.
"I'm fine. Please just leave me alone," she begged me for her privacy with a thick Russian accent.
Given my background, I found it hard to just ignore someone who seemed to need my help. It was a small-town syndrome that I found difficult to shake off.
I cared too much.
"There is some bottled water out here, if you drink some. It could help calm you down," I called out to her trying to get her to let me in.