Hey! I'm MAE and I love BRUNO MARS. This is my first ever fanfiction story so I hope you'd like it :)
Bruno , "What's your favorite movie?" Some girl at the crowd asked me.
I wasn't really focusing on the questions they asked me. I'm depressed. I can't answer questions right now. I stood up then left the conference. I'm here for the press conference which is for my new album. I'm still thinking of a great title for the album. I've done this new song which I entitled "Locked Out Of Heaven" I haven't finished it yet but while I'm thinking about this and stuffs and what happened yesterday , I made a next song inside my head. But I haven't got a chance to write it yet because my schedule for this week is very hectic. I need to go to a lot of press conference because my manager already told the public that I'll be making a new album and it will be out 3 months from now. I already have 10 music's and I need 5 more but right now I need an excuse because if I don't there will be a lot of questions in the media tomorrow morning immediately.
"Hey bro. What are you doing here?" Patrick asked me.
"I'm sorry. I just need time to think. I'm not in the mood right now." I answered.
I went back to the conference and told them that I forgot to text my best friend something important. They all believed me, I think. It's a better excuse than telling them that I'm depressed and then next I know, I'm already at the paper and news. Media is so stupid (no offence), they follow artists wherever they go and they invade their privacy for news/gossip. Why don't they report things on whats happening in our country or anything more important than a singer like me?
The press conference ended at exactly 6:30 in the evening. Patrick, my best friend and the guards helped me get out of the building safely from all the paparazzi. I was about to call someone when I realize that it will just get complicated if I do. So I just turned my phone on and answer some tweets from my fans.
I met someone 2 years ago at a museum at Virginia. I was looking at a statue of Abraham Lincoln when I saw her. She's looking at a Pearl S. Buck statue. She's wearing a maroon shirt and jeans. She has long hazelnut hair, tall and has beautiful brown eyes.
"Peter!" My mom called me.
I'm off at work for a week. My album 'Doo-Wops & Hooligans' was number 3 on billboard 200 for a week and sold 55 thousand copies that's why my manager gave me a week with my family and my mom. My mom loves museums so we went here even though I don't like history stuffs at least its from my mom.
The girl with the maroon shirt looked at me. She's shocked. She looked nervous. Her nose is sweating and her upper lip. It's funny because she looks cute when she's nervous.
"Hi." She said nervously.
"Hey." I answered.
"What are you doing here? Do you love museums? I love your songs. I'm a huge fan." She said with a nervous voice.
"Thank you and please don't be nervous." I said smiling.
For the first time I saw her smile. She's beautiful and has kissable lips. She has no makeup on but still she looks amazing.
"Bruno, I'm hungry. Can we please eat now?" Jaimo, my nephew said.
"Hey. See you later." I smiled.
I was far when I realized that I don't know her name yet.
"Hey! What's your name?" I shouted.
"Lowla. My name is Lowla" She Smiled.
Will update my chapter 2 on monday. You'll like it =))) I swear!
