Fallen Star

A sunset

The evening was filled with the most loudest roars, it was louder than any pitch ever recorded in history. Every moment was like a introduction to a new documentary, it was hyped,loud and most importantly, it was the largest concert in Leo's career. His eyes befolded before the large crowd of approximately 110 thousand people in that moment, it felt like a scene straight out of a dream. We can say it was a 7yr old's dream who wanted to become the best of his dreams one day, on his bed lying. Who knew it'd come true so soon and so fascinatingly before one's limited lifespan.

Chapter 1: Leo

I personally never have seen such a huge crowd fall into my empty eyes before, sure i have sold millions, sure i have earned billions and surely i have fulfilled every childlike desire that was in me. But I'd never thought people would have the energy to sit and stand in some guy's concert for hours, let alone actually listening to my songs. As the corner of my eyes slipped into a specific part of the crowd that was roaring and screaming my name, i happen to find posters of me being held up into the sky where i could see them clearly, it was a lovely sighting. I loved it when people show appreciation towards me, i loved it when i got that feeling of being surrounded by fans, by the crowds where my own family members came too. Everything felt unreal around me, especially when i was about to start my tour in manhattan for the first time.

My guitarists, the pianist and my drummers were on hold, waiting for my command. I let them know through a firm nod that it was time to start the show. I turn around and switch my view to the beings that made me who i am today, my lovely fans. 

"MANHATTAN, ARE YOU READY?!" I yelled loudly into the microphone, not knowing the volumn of the mic was higher than a drunk man at the bar. Surprisingly, the crowd didnt mind much as they were expecting chaos from the 'Mr.loudman Jackson'. A random peep from the crowd rose up from her standing point and aggressively called me 'mr.loudman' I did burst into a small chuckle, but that faded away as soon as my guitarist flew his hands onto the strings of his mighty guitar. And so, a peaceful yet a loud evening started in manhattan with chants,names,yellings,screams,posters and the most unusual but expectedly, female bras being thrown onto my stage floor.

Hours went by, i was feeling tired, very exhausted actually. It felt like i had left my lungs at my school where i had to walk an entire round for being late. It wasnt the first time i was feeling very tired though, ive went through longer and more tiring concerts in my life, but for some reason.. this felt a bit different. I definitely did need a break for a while, i never do those normally. But my gut was not in the right state of mind, considering it had to see bras being thrown onto the stage floor. Through a slight hand gesturing, i let the backstage employees and my manager know i needed a short break. The call passed from one instrumentalist to another and last but not least, my guitarist stopped. I let my fans know that Ill be back after a short break, assuring them the concert isnt over yet the loud bangings of the crowd thought it was at its last..

I walk into the backstage, taking a small drink from the counter table beside the makeup table and sat down on the soft,silk like sofa at the backstage. While i was sipping my drink, just before the beer passed onto my larynx, a thought passed through my mind. THIS was one my weaknesses, this stupid consumption was gonna take my career away someday, this deep yellow liquid but with a heavenly taste drove me crazy until no point of return. While i was about to have a another sip, my manager who is also my best friend.. Adrian, came into the backstage and slapped that glass of beer from my hands, while furious.

"You are NOT allowed to alcohol. Do you even remember what you did last concert?"

well he was right after all, alcohol consumed me but it also took a part of me to another heavenly distraction, one that i would considering imprisoning myself into. The last concert didnt end too well if my lousy brain can remember..  One small casualty and a fight.. perhaps it was time i sleep myself to a long night under the skies of manhattan.

I take off from the seat where i left a spot of my beer being spilt, i rush out with a walk towards the backstage exit. Turns out, my fans were waiting there too, waiting for me to sign their shirts, their notebooks and my albums, It meant alot for them to have a star sign their lightless heart into a joyful serendipity. I take one of their hats, and some sunglasses too, for the most unknown reason, which personally i dont know myself. Adrian rushed towards me and kept clinging onto me, asking me to stay.

"What the hell would fans think?? That Mr.Leo Jackson skipped the concert for some fucking beer?" he said. 

"Its my fucking life adrian, if you wanna interfere within my doings. You gotta do something better than a whiny 7yr olds reply" i said passive aggressively.

I went towards the vip parking section where i had my black mercedes benz parked beside some other car. It was my first car that i ever bought when i got the paycheck i dreamt of so long, considering my love for german cars, this was my childhood wishlist vehicle.

Adrian was screaming at my face while i rolled up the window and took off for a drive towards the eastern beach, i could still see him fuming like the devils horn enflamed with fire when he is cut off his temper limit. Perhaps this small little break would teach me some things, hopefully or not to be, I wouldnt end up like last time thats for sure, or so did i thought.

I never imagined this view would be as beautiful as what happened next in this long, fun but tiring drive to the east of manhattan..