Idolize• JirouxReader

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Idle
A person or thing that is greatly admired, loved, or revered.
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Y/n's POV:

The blinding lights, the thrilled roars of my fans, me expressing myself until I can no longer can take in solid breaths. It's extremely exhausting.

I look over to find a sea of admirers. Jumping along to the beat coming from the loudspeaker. I've gotten used to the fame that comes with this job. Compared to what I've seen at my other events, this is quite dull.

After the final verse of the final song the lights dim down to normal and I take a short breath. I walk towards the crowd and start to blab about farewells.

"Thank you all so much for coming to the show! Unfortunately I must take my leave now, But don't worry! You can all still stream my songs while I'm gone! I hope you all have a wonderful day! Goodbye!" I say putting on the biggest smile I could. I waltz off the stage with my shoulders high. Though they drop when I'm out of the public eye.

People always assume that being a celebrity is all red carpets and autographs, but at least my experience,telling the truth. It's honestly not all that great.

I always wanted to be a hero. Saving humanity and living a luxurious lifestyle for the rest of my days. I had pretty good odds of reaching that old dream. I have a wealthy family with multiple connections, a powerful quirk. My parents thought it was useless though. They wanted me to have a safer career. I started off my so called singing career at a bar that needed a singer quickly. Luckily I saw the poster and performed my first performance there. After the show a producer from a small record company came up to me and asked if I wanted to record something. After taking the opportunity my career only skyrocketed. I've gone from singing at bars to performing in front of millions of people around the globe. Now that's an accomplishment.

Though there were some rules. I must sing what is given to me. Not once since my first record deal have I ever singed a single one of my songs in front of an audience. If I was going to sing originally I wanted to sing music similar to artists like Mother Mother or My Chemical Romance. Though all people wanted to hear was lovey dovey shit and friendly upbeat tunes.

Not my thing.

But I was willing to do what it takes to reach my parents dream. If that meant putting on a fake smile and 7 pounds of makeup, I'm fine with that.

My current boss, Collin Calzone, made me sign a contract that held certain boundaries and guidelines about my life. Most of them hold small rules like "You're not allowed to wear the color black too much without permission." or "Must always smile for pictures.". Though some are more extreme. "No talking about new albums to anyone" or "Only romantic relationships must include popular partners." Which basically means I can only date popular people. Though I don't have time for love as it is.

But the main rule. The one rule that I must follow.

I must keep my quirk a secret.

My quirk is called glitch. I can glitch myself anywhere I want within 50 miles. I can only glitch myself where I want though, If I try to glitch anything or anyone else alone they glitch anywhere within 5 miles of me. Naturally my quirks make me glitch randomly, not particularly glitching me anywhere, just glitch, mostly when I'm stressed. They gave me medication to control that because "It'll scare fans away.". A side effect to my quirk though is that my brain analyses everything like a computer. So almost always there's a voice in my head that tells me everything I need to know and more. It can get annoying though, imagine never getting any silence because your mind won't shut up. Doctors couldn't find anything for that though.