Nephele or better know as "Nelly"-the popstar is tired of ...
- being constantly on the road
- not be able to date whoever she wants
- the many fans that think that she is theirs
- not having a place that she can call 'home'
... she wants- no needs...
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January 2018
4 bodyguards flanked me on all sides. Harry, one of them walked in front of me, holding my hand while they guided me through the fans, their screams even audible through my earplugs. Some tried to grab me, but Harry and the others gently pulled me back. I felt my braid come lose a bit, someone must have pulled my hair tie out. Again. It happened before; fans really collect everything you know. It wouldn't surprise me if you could buy the hair tie tomorrow online for a ridiculous price.
"Great show honey," mom said and hugged me when I stepped back on the tour bus.
I hummed; it was a great show. The fans were great, they sang along with everything but— lately I'm no longer feeling it. It feels empty —fake.
"Thank you, mom." I sighed and sat down next to her, placing my head on her shoulder. "I'm so tired mom."
She trailed her hand through my hair, "We'll take some time off after your last show in YorkState." I pulled back and looked at her for a moment, mom needed some downtime too, she looked tired as well. Her black hair with gray strands had lost his shine, the little wrinkles around her eyes and mouth were more obvious than 2 years ago. She looked at me with a frown, "what are you thinking honey?" She smiled softly but her blue eyes stayed dull, tired maybe even worried.
"You look tired mom."
This time she smiled big, and her eyes shone with amusement, "I'm 45 years honey, of course I'm tired, its way past midnight. I need my beauty sleep more than you."
I took her hand in mine, "we are taking a break after this tour uh?"
"Of course," she brushed a lock hair behind my ear that has come loose out my braid, "I love you, Nelly."
"Love you too mom."
"Great show Nelly, they loved it," Helen, my tour manager interrupted us walking through the bus like she owned it, well technically she did own the bus.
"Thank you, Helen, but I think that—" I started but like most times she didn't listen. She never does.
"Tomorrow night you are going on a date," she announced while she took a seat and scrolled through her tablet. Never looking at me, never really taking notice of what I want.
"A date? Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Harry for help, but he shrugged at me. She tried this before and my excuses were always the same, I'm too young, I'm too busy, too tired.
"It's good for your image, your fans wish to see you with a boyfriend. Our research showed us that they prefer to see you with a popstar or a top athlete. We found you a baseball player. He would be very good for —,"
I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath and interrupted her, "— how old is he? What is his name?"
"Uh—," she scrolled through her tablet, "Josh Hamilton and he's 23 years old."
