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Sept 2, 2012 13:12:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2012 13:12:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable]  ☼ BACKPACKER MAN, FUCK A Diz was in LA for work. Now that he was back into music supervising, he had to scope out artists with serious potential. Due Date was finally in post-production, meaning he would be wrapping up the soundtrack and the rights surrounding it until it was absolutely flawless. Diz was trying to pick up as much work as he could while keeping up with his own music career. He didn't want to stop either; he didn't go to college for nothing, and he wasn't going to quit music supervising until he absolutely had to. As much as he liked feeding his own ego, Diz was aware that he was no Alex Brooks in the music industry. There were still people who had no idea who he was or couldn't match his face to the name. He wasn't famous enough to stop working, which he was glad for. He needed shit to do while he was keeping up with his music career. It also gave him inspiration to meet others in the industry who were eligible to be a part of a soundtrack. Diz's life was looking up from what it used to be. Before he went on tour, Diz had gotten his father's contact information. His father left Diz with his mother a child, something that was hard to understand. Diz finally figured out who the man was: some big shot on Wall Street. He knew that his father had to know that his son was touring the country and making a name for himself. Diz hadn't even spoken to Tasha about the matter, trying to keep it under wraps until he had a clue of what to do with the card with his father's number and office location that sat in his wallet. He didn't know what to say to his girlfriend about it at all, especially since Tasha was so swamped with work. He knew that it would be best to keep their relationship at a steady pace without making it too serious for now. He liked keeping this to himself, even if it crossed his mind enough to bother him. The man made his way to Hollywood at the end of the day to enjoy himself with a few good friends from LA. When he arrived, he remembered what it was like to spend time in LA. He used to live there; for four months of his life, he had been by himself in the lonely city. New York was his home, so he went back to it. That was where, he felt, Tasha's feelings for him really grew. Without that move to LA, they would have been nothing. He greeted each of his friends at his table. "Drinks on me?" he suggested. Most of the guys were done with their drinks. Diz made his way over to the bar, eager to move around before the day ended. He hated sitting down for too long. "I'll have six glasses of whiskey for that table," he pointed. "Just whiskey. For now," he laughed. Diz was actually a hard drinker, but he liked to start off with easier drinks. To him, whiskey wasn't too big of a deal. |