Miekyll hated fame. He thought he'd have loved it and it was cool - for less than five minutes. He had girls, but he didn't want them and they only wanted him for his singing. Yes, he loved his fans, but not... The way they wanted him to.
He dreamed of leaving this life, getting out of the spotlight, destroying what he had worked for so long and so hard to build. But he couldn't do that to his fans.
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Music Short Stories
VampirgeschichtenStories based on songs. I pick a song and have until the song finishes to write a short story.
