Feels Bad Man

The Beginning

He woke up at his usual time. 8:39 a.m. It had to be that exact time to get the lines on his face just deep enough for the perfect look. Without his lines, he is nothing and completely unrecognizable. He's just a normal person. No longer a meme. His eyes flutter open and he shuts off his alarm clock with his long index finger.

He stares up at the ceiling in a groggy state, dreading the day. How depressing will it get today? How unbearable can the day be? Will this be the day something good comes into his life? Most likely not. Nothing good ever really comes to him. He sighs and closes his eyes, preparing for sleep again then shakes out of it.

Suddenly the phone rings through his apartment and he jolts up from his king sized bed. He bought the bed so big hoping someday, he would have someone to share it with. Love hasn't come easy to Feels Guy. True love. There have been the gold diggers and the girls who only want to share the fame, but they never truely wanted to be with him. Its one of the things that helps him maintain the pain in his eyes.

His feet meet the cold metal ground and he rushes through his glamorous apartment to the shiny gold home phone.

He sighs and picks it up. "Hello?" He said tiredly.

"Feels Guy! Hey great news!" Its his manager, Bobby Phatt. The worst and best sound Feels Guy could possibly hear coming through the phone.

"What?" Feels Guy said with eyes closed.

"Big photoshoot today! Drive down to Dank Studios at nine. I'm telling you, its BIG. Dress appropriately." Then he hangs up.

Photoshoots were on of the things Feels Guy liked about being famous. He got to talk to people, make new friends; forget his lonely life for a while. Also, because there was always a chance a gorgeous model would be doing the photoshoot with him. He hopes today will be one of those days.

So he gets dressed in a gray fleece shirt, tight black jeans, and dark brown dress shoes. Dapper enough but not too classy. Before he heads out the door, he makes sure to stop in the bathroom and shave off any stubbleon his head. He actually had naturally black hair, which he would love to grow out someday, but the media forced him to shave it completely off. The people would be infuriated if he dare grow it out.

With a final pat on the freshly bald head, Feels Guy walks to the door and stops. He takes a deep breath and takes the knob, bracing himself for the chaos outside.