When We We're Young

When We We're Young 1165

I feel exhausted. My eyes are bloody red and my body is going weak every second. My hair was all over the place, its a good thing I wore sunglasses or else I would look like a walking corpse. I rest my head on the soft chair of my private jet plane. My manager thought it was 'necessary' since all 'popular' people had this and it was an easier way to traveling.

She was right at first but now, its just more annoying. I'm all alone in here, well exept to my people who keep bugging me about my world tour. We we're on our way to Brazil now. I've almost traveled half the world and I just feel home sick, I'm so far away from my home town.

Sure, my home town wasn't perfect but it was fine. It was where I lived and where I plan to grow old when the people of hollywood would stop screaming my name in the top of their loungs, but a part of me is tired of growing old, afraid that I would be a nobody when I keep on growing old, afraid that I will be much more lonely than I already am when I'm not famous.

I wan't a comeback, somehow like Adele or something. Just hold on the string for awhile, but some people on hollywood has gone crazy with their busy lives. Doing drugs, partying all night long but I'm not like them and I don't plan to be. I sleep in my free time, I drink water all the time, sometimes with glucose in it. And I eat candy when I'm sleepy,especially the sour onces, and never will I change my looks to be famous.

Like Miley, she changed so much, she used to be innocent and now look at her 'wrecking ball' video. And like Mariah, her boob job is so not hard to miss and it was because her husband died, it was sweet at first but just look at her now, but I can't deny, she has an amazing voice. Or like Minaj, her big but like a cadilac.

I've met her once, she's fun to be with, sure. Yeah, I've changed from since I audition to Epic. My used to be brown hair was now changed to silver and always managed to get messy after my concerts, but that would probably be because of the amount of hair products they put in my hair. I uses to wear glasses but I got laser surgery. And somehow, my once light blue eyes turned darker like the night sea.

My skin grew pale from its tan skin in the Island. And I'm thinner than I used to be probably from the lack of healthy food. My cheeks had grew flushed from my tiredness. "Alright so we've got everything planned right?" my manager; Astrid speaks up appearing behind the curtains.

She annoys the hell out of me, but I can't fire her since she actually does her job well in keeping my image good. They say they like the innocent façade, different from the others. And I don't plan to change that too. Sure I dated I few guys that I met but never serious once, they're actully a fame digger on 'who would loose the innocence of the sweet little angel of hollywood?'. It was ridicolous to say atleast.

"Yes, the arena is getting set up now and people are starting to line up. The crew are ready when we land, there will be a limo when we get out of the airport and we'll directly work on Ms. April and the railings are also set up on the airport since one of the guards down in Brazil just reported the hundred of fans waiting for Ms. April" Lola, her assistant says, I resist the urge to rudely roll my eyes, I hate it when they talk about me like I'm not there listening.

"Alright then, its all settled. Now have you relaxed your voice April?" Astrid turns to me, the same old question she always asks but it is kind of important. "Yeah, I've drank water and hadn't ate anything that could cause sore throats" I answer in a monotone, not even my sour candies. "Alright, so lets work on this again. We don't want any issue about lip syncing, so I don't want you to. Now, arrange the songs you wil sing in the arena" she commands me, demanding.

"Opening song would be, I know what you did last summer with Shawn Mendes, then my version of Chandelier, then Against All Odds, then I'll show you, then Your not Sorry, then Love me like you, then Rest Your love, then Zayn will be there as a 'guest' and sing pillowtalk, then my finale song "I Love you"" I said. She nods approvingly then turns away to talk to the other staff.

We got down the plane and from my first step of the ground, I could already hear the screams of my 'fans'. I already changed my clothes to my pink dress coat and leggings underneath since it was a bit chilly, and since my hair was messy and I'm too tired to comb it, I just put on my white cap and my sunglasses stayed in place, woudn't want them fainting at the sight of my face. I smile, a genuine smile. I always like getting greeted by my fans and no, I'm not being boastful.

I wave at the sight of them and the screams get louder, if thats even possible. Lights flash all over me and thats also the use of my sunglasses. I sign a few autographs and hug a few of them until I reached my limo. But one thing caught my eyes, a little girl was walking around with tears in her eyes, she looked like she's lost. I've seen this situation before, probably her older sister or brother forgot about her. I wave off my guards as I approach her.

"Whats wrong sweetheart? Where's your sister?" I ask. Her sobs grew weak as she grabbed my hand "My sister.. Left me.. With.. Her... Friends.. I-I'm sc...ared" she slutters. I shush her and hug her, then I saw her sister, looking worried but at the same humiliated. I smile at her "Watch your sister the next time alright." I said. I grab some Skittles from my bag and hand it to the little girl "There you go, stop crying now" I wave at them and got in my car.

Astrid smirks as she sees me "Great, that will make a good view in the magazines" she grins wickedly and a frown appears in my face. I didn't do that for fame.

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Lesson learned, not all famous people are acting like they care so don't be quick to judge them because you don't know them and stop being a hater cause you don't know how it feels to be hated.