Hi you guys! Anyways, this is my first fan-fic and I don't exactly know what this is supposed to be like exactly, so yeah. Lately, okay, for a while now I've been slightly obsessed with Joseph Somo after stumbling over his perfect voice on youtube. Lol, I hope you like it. Check him out! https://www.youtube.com/user/TheMrSoMo && you can still see him on tour http://officialsomo.com/ Not all things said in this story are true! Comment down below if you have suggestions.
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Joseph's POV
I am in love.
Somebody told me that you gotta find a job that you absolutely love and when you find it and you'll never work a day in your life and I did.
I love my job. I remember when I used to sing when I was younger and I used to put smiles on people's faces. I just loved that feeling. At first, singing was just a hobby; something I thought was fun. Then, it turned into a passion.
When no one understood and I couldn't express what I wanted to say, music was there. I wrote music. I sang. Music is my life. It helped me get through a lot and I think that surpasses in my eyes compared to what these other punks would call "gay." I got through my obstacles in a way that I'd call healthy, unlike these wads.
Plus, I'm surrounded by beautiful girls screaming my name. What guy wouldn't want that? My crew is fresher than anyone's and they're loyal. They got me here and I'm so grateful for that. They turned my hobby into a career.
I'm out on tour and it's just .... amazing. Words cannot come close to this experience. I get to meet my beautiful fans. Let me just say, they're some really cool people. Today I get to go to New York. I love this city. It's big and beautiful and in your face. I was excited to give my audience a great show to see.
~~~~~~After the concert~~~~~~~
Oh, god. I'm exhausted. That was such a fun show. Man, I love my fans. After I cleaned up a bit and cooled down, I took pictures with my fans. They're beautiful. And the guys are just the coolest guys ever.
"Seph! It's time to start heading out." My manager, Chad said. My friends called me Seph because I hated to be called Jo since it's my father's name. When my little bro was younger, he couldn't pronounce my full name and said "Seph!"
"Alright, let me just say bye to my fans." I grabbed the microphone, jumped on the stage and told every one that I was so glad to see each and every one of them.
We head out in a taxi to our hotel room.
"We need to get a photographer to start publicizing you. We need to edge up our game."
"What's wrong with our photos now?" I asked.
"We need a professional. Avery's good but we need someone who specializes in this. So, we need your approval on the photographer."
"Whatever you say, man. I trust whoever you pick." I did trust Chad. I knew he wouldn't just pick anybody.
We were goofing around when someone knocked on our hotel room. Chad gets up to open it, while me and Avery try to throw balls of paper in the trash can.
"Hi, I'm Erika, the photographer."
"Hey, come in. I'm Chad."
"Hello, so there's a job opening for publicizing the singer?"
"Honey, I'm not just any singer," I said. Her voice was confident. My back was still turned away from her so I hadn't seen her face yet. I turned around and saw this beautiful girl standing there. She looked maybe 24 years old, yet still young and perky.
I was lost for words and started stuttering, "I'm Jo- Joseph! Joseph Somo. Nice to make your acquaintance."
She giggled, clearly amused at my inability to speak. "Hi Mr. Somo. I'm Erika and I hope that I could possibly be your new photographer, if you think I meet your qualifications."
Avery laughs and says," I don't think that's the only thing he wants you to be."
She pretends like she didn't' hear that even though by the change of he face expression you could tell. She tried to stay calm, but a slight blush came over her face. She looked adorable. ADORABLE? Did I just say that in my head?! I shook my head and tired to carry on and pretend I never heard the comment.
"Sure, what's your full name sweetheart?" I asked her. I don't know what it was about her, but she made me nervous. I felt like I wanted to impress her, almost.
"Erika Mae Aquino. Here's my portfolio." She handed over the thick packet.
"Woah, these are amazing. You worked for Miley Cyrus and Drake?"
"Yes sir. Their new albums are both photographed by me."
"You can call me Joseph, hun."
We talked and Justin told her what the job requirements and as soon as the contract was written up, she'd be my official photographer. I don't know what it was about her, but I liked her.
"Bye, hun! Get home safely." I said as I escorted her out.
"What the fuck was that about?" Chad asked jokingly as both him and Avery burst out in laughter.
"I don't know, man. I mean wasn't she hot?"
"I guess but you're never one to call anyone sweetheart." Avery said.
I just shook my head and ignored what they were saying.
"You're whipped and you barely know her!" Chad exclaimed in laughter.
"I am not."
Oh god, I was.
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