Lost in Lies

Chapter 1: Prologue

Prologue

His fingers moved along the keys with practiced ease, gently touching the right ones to produce the beautiful tune echoing in his ears. Almost as if he were caressing a lover, touching in all the right spots to enable the orgasmic moans to slip from their mouth. Although the light was focused entirely on him, he was almost unaware of the fact. Instead, his mind was drifting in a world of its own, a world of love and longing that came with this particular ballad. His mouth opened and closed, forming the simple words required, but his mind, the little world it had created, allowed his soul to insert the power behind the words. Allowed him to insert the feelings of being loved, desired, being wanted by the only person he had ever opened his heart to. His fingers sped up along the keys, the movement of his shoulders making the tassels on his leather jacket sway as if dancing to the haunting rhythm that even now only seemed to be getting deeper instead of faster. His voice rose, almost a crescendo as he poured more and more power into it, more and more of his longing, only for it to peak a few seconds later in a heart breakingly powerful note. The fingers slowed and stilled, the mouth closed, cutting off anymore words that might come tumbling out, and the little world his mind had created collapsed around him.

Outside his little circle of light, the audience erupted in cheers, clapping and whooping, as if he needed anymore realisation that he wasn't alone. Taking a deep breath, and making it look like he was slightly out of breath, and not just that he was trying to plaster the fake smile back onto his face as he always did. He stood up, and nodded to the dimly lit shadows in front of him.

'WIK.....WIK......WIK!' came the chants.

They seemed to be in surround sound, coming from every angle, bombarding his senses with noise. A moment ago he had been in his own little fantasy, pleasantly day dreaming, and now he was once again faced with the harsh reality of being awake. Keeping the careful smile on his face, and thankful no one was particularly close to the stage, he raised his hand to signal for quiet. Slowly the loud roars of love and appreciation died down and in their place sat an expectant silence. Thousands of people waiting, listening for him to speak.

'Thank you everyone for coming I love you all!.....however I am afraid that is where I have to leave you tonight!' He said in his cheerful stage voice.

'Nooooo..........boooo' Came the expected response from the audience, along with the almost required demands for. 'One more song'.

Laughing he held his hand up again and waited until the audience calmed once more before speaking.

'If I sing one more song, will you all go home safe?'

'YESSSSS' came the almost ear splitting yell and he tried to ignore the sniggering appearing through his in ear mic.

'Very well, One more!' He conceded, knowing it was perfectly normal for performers to do the 'one more song' routine but seriously wishing he didn't, as he walked back to where his instruments were resting and picked up his guitar. After strumming a few cords he couldn't help but feel that it wouldn't be too bad........at least he could day dream about love, desire and actually being wanted again! Even if all it would ever be was a day dream.

Kim would never throw his guitar, although he felt very close to doing so right now, after all they were the closest things he had to a relationship, which was sad really but that was life! Walking back into the wings of the theatre, the echoes of the audience, finally, blissfully, drifting away, he allowed himself to take a deep breath. He never took a real, deep breath when he was performing, it became quite tiring after a while. Nile bustled up to him, wrapping arm round his shoulders with his normal nonchalant attitude to Kim's 'touch aversion', but Kim had gotten used to it over the years. The elder man wasn't about to change the habit of a lifetime now after all. Nile's habit of being 'touchy feely' was really the only thing Kim disliked about the man, and generally they got on well. Nile was Kim's manager and had been ever since WIK appeared for the first time, as WIK had gotten more famous though the label had wanted to move Kim onto mangers more experienced with famous artists, but Kim had refused to work with anyone but Nile. He trusted the man, which in his world was a rare commodity. Nile was a head taller than Kim with a deep voice and a good looking face, the two also worked out together occasionally so Kim also knew his manager had muscles that belonged more on a model than a manger. However, Nile's physical looks, those of a model, where completely shattered when the man opened his mouth. Nile was brash, sarcastic and completely critical of everyone and everything, Kim included. Put simply the man had no filter between his brain and vocal cords! Yet that is exactly why Kim loved working with him, he knew where he stood, and he knew if Nile promised to do something that it would happen. There was no second guessing or messing around, it would get done.

Shrugging the arm off his shoulder, and knowing it would find its way right back again, Kim sighed.

'Tired?' Nile asked, knowing Kim wasn't, after all he always looked grumpy after stepping offstage.

'Annoyed!' Kim grumbled in their normal after show routine.

Nile just laughed this time though and Kim couldn't help look at him confused.

'I have never known someone as mad as you. So focused on doing something brilliantly when you hate it!' he grinned.

Kim couldn't help but smile slightly as well, he supposed to the outside view that's exactly what it looked like he was doing, and it would look slightly insane. He simply shrugged and looked at his manager before speaking as calmly as he could.

'Are we done for tonight. I need sleep'

Nile paused for a moment, as if deciding to share some information or not, before nodding.

'Yeah go sleep Kim, you have done 3 shows in 2 days you will be wiped. I will speak to you tomorrow.'

Kim had the idea that whatever tomorrow's conversation was going to be about he really didn't want to know, but right now he was too tired to care.