As I get ready for an interview with SKYLARK I can't help but to fell nervous. Going in front of a crowd makes be sick. As the makeup artist does my eye shadow my forest green eyes sparkle in delight. My pitch black hair is tamed into messy style reminding of him. Sam Pittsburgh, his chocolate brown hair up showing off his flawless pale skin that I came to love, his electrifying blue eyes staring into mine, his laugh was music to my ears. The thing is that it's been eight painful years since I last seen him.
"Wolf, wolf", the makeup artist known as Trisha woke me up from my painful daze for him. My clothing is handed to me. The typical bad ass boy shit black leather jacket, the grey ripped jeans and the black top. As I changed quickly in record time of 5 seconds I make my way to the set where SKYLARK will question me about my music career, my love status and what my fucking name? Like seriously who ask that question I denied every time because I don't their fucking sorrows. The thing is, my name is Ethan Lovebite and I'm in utterly in love with a man of my dreams but he had to ruin that by cheating on me with some other girl. Okay, yes I'm gay or as the teenagers say it straight as a roundabout. As for my family know that I'm gay is umm sought of bad let's just say that they kicked me out and I trailed the highway to hell. My fans don't know anything about I'm gay but today is that day I will confess my love, my dream, my name and my family . I love my family so much that I wrote a total album but I doubt they will listen to me and soon forget about me, well it has been at least 8 years but in reality it has been 8 years 5 months 23 days I've ran a way hurt from inside. I left on the 12th of May 2007 when I was 16 heart broken and homeless walking my fucking way to L.A when I was in California. I haven't bothered to go back because I'm such a fucking disappointment. Let's say I need go there to show the me they missed out after the album will journey to California with a car this time not feet but a car.
*during the I interview*
" Wolf hello how are you?" said SYLARK
"adequate" I said
" beening smart are we"
" no seriously my life is adequate"
"really next question from @spencey01 ask are you gay?"
" yes I am you got a problem"
" get off my show now"
"with pleasure bitch"
*after interview*
As soon I got to my car I was swamp with questions about my last interview I mean seriously who give a flying shit, I don't, I mean seriously some stuff are personal like my fucking love live I mean that mine guy not yours so why should I share with the world my love and my album seriously it's not fun I mean I doing music because it the only way I can express my pain and suffering throughout the years, the loss, the fight and the strength to drive me forward and I done it for the sake of him. I done it so he see the me that I have lost and the person that I've become. I pray everyday to him hopefully he will listen. I answer in simple but polite questions until they said fag "I dare you to repeat that to my face now bitch" I said. "Okay let's say this to the press because you know what the question is are you the fag that has been missing for years" the reporter said. "Yes okay I'm that guy and do not call me fag I'm not a pile of sticks" and with that I slam my car door and drove to my apartment.
