( George's POV) ((Warning: People drowning)) 

I was wiping down the bar, his Boss wanted it to be extra clean for tonight for some reason, he didn't know why though.

"YOOOOO George, ¡diviértete! ¿Por qué estás trabajando tan duro?" A man with a beanie yelled while running to him and ruffling his hair.

"Calm down Quackity" I said to the over excited man.

"Don't worry, boss will make exceptions for me, I'm well connected." Quackity said puffing out his chest, brushing aside George's concern.

Quackity was right in a way, despite only being a bar tender at Jschlatt's casino, he was very well connected, I mean he's boyfriend was one of Schlatt's stars best friend and and his best drummer.

"I don't think he will after your last interaction with him, Quackity." Karl said while walking in. 

Quackity glared at him. 

"Calm down, you look like you want to murder one of your boyfriends" I joked.

"We should go set up for tonight" Karl, the remotely responsible said.

"Fine" Quackity groaned.

The two went off to another room.

I started to think about when I moved here, to LA from London, it was quite an odd story, I didn't like telling people it out of fear they would judge me.

But long story short, I was once christian without realising that is was all pointless. 

(No insult to the christian church though, but Same here, I used to be christian but left since it was really for me and it made me feel uncomfortable, now I'm Church Prime since why not? But I still haven't told my parents or many people and I'm scared to tell them, all though I'm mostly scared to tell my dad since he threatened to kick my older sibling out if they use the word 'God' as a curse word.)

I came to LA for religious purposes when I was only 16, to try to find my calling for the church, but I soon realised that there was no Jesus in LA.

(Expect for Dream in this story, I am right or am I right, Church Primers? :) 

When I first came here I was driving into LA and saw a billboard next to a church with letter slide in the rows on the board, and it said 'GOD BLESS LOS ANGELES' but a gust of wind came by and blew the 'B' off so it said 'GOD LESS LOS ANGELES' and long story short, that sign was right. 

Okay... I'm bored so I might painfully regret my part mistakes. I shook hands with 'The Devil' down on the south side, and he brought us both a drink. 

For some reason he wanted me to call him 'The Devil', I don't know why, but he seemed like a decent person, he was nice to me

"I've been looking for my savoir, looking for my truth."

He looked at me and brought me down to his level and said,

"Son, you're not special, you won't find him where you think. You won't find him down the sunset, or at a party on the hills, at the bottom of the bottle, or when you're tripping on some pills. When they sold you the dream, you where just 16, packed a bag and ran away. And it's a crying shame you came all this way, cause you won't find Jesus in LA." 

I was hesitate to take his work and give up on looking for Jesus, but I thought about it as I went home.

I lay down on the couch thinking about what he said.

Soon it was night and I decided to go visit a church, so I went and put on my trainers, but as soon as I stepped outside I was confronted by people dressed in black and red. Then two of them grabbed my and dragged me to a house where they took me to the pool in the garden. They forced me down on a chair and started throwing punches and being rough with me. But after a few minutes they grew bored of that and dragged me to be pool and tried throwing me into it. But my reflexes made me pull the two people throwing me into the pool with me. 

Then they started trying to pull me down and drown me. I thought I was going to die. I was running out of breath, I felt like I was being pulled though a tight tube, I was going to die, but one of the two people trying to drown me had to ran out of breath and drowned so I had only one person pulling me down now, but they too were running out of breath and were weak from the effort, so I manged to pull myself out of their grip.

I went up for air and just breathing that air was the greatest thing in this world, not Jesus. Living my life was all that mattered, not him trying to control how I lived it. 

I pulled myself to the edge of the pool and sat there in exhaustion, the other people watching me. I looked in the water and saw that the other person had drowned and was now floating on the water along with the other corpse. The waves in the pool where making them drift the one side of the pool and soon they where on the edge because of the waves.

Then suddenly a street phone nearby rang and all the other people started running towards it. I followed them at a walk. 

Then I saw the phone on the ground and picked it up and put it to my ear and heard a familiar voice say,

"Congrats son, you're such a muffin head"

It was 'The Devils' voice.

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Hope you like this chapter it was shorter than I was planning but I thought that was a good place to end it. Don't worry we have some more DNF coming up next, but that was just some plot.

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