Prologue

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|Link's POV|

"Ladies and gentlemen, Link Hart!" I hear the lead singer of the opening band shout excitedly into the microphone, causing many teenage girls begin to scream. I smile to myself. It was so good to hear people were excited to hear my voice. To even think I could become this famous was crazy.

"Go get em!" My agent, Alyssa, yells, pushing my back towards the stage playfully. I flash her a quick grin before running out there toward the stage.

"How's everyone doing?" I ask the audience, a loud response of "goods" after that. "Awesome! So we got a lot of songs to get through so get ready for one of the best nights of your life!!" I smile as the teenage fans scream happily. I adjust the microphone on the stand a bit and turn my head, looking over at my agent and seeing her engaged in a conversation with someone. From the expression on her face, her eyebrows furrowed together and lips slightly parted, it doesn't look good.

I swallow the lump in my throat and return my attention to the crowd, fixing my feigning grin and shouting into the mic, "So I know I usually start my shows with 'All My Love Belongs To You', but who's up for a new song instead?"

The crowd erupts in a loud, shrilling shriek. I smirk and rip the microphone off of the stand, singing into it, my voice and the backing music track spewing from the speakers.

*****

"Thank you and have a good night!" I exclaim as I wave to my fans, confetti still falling from the sky and showering the audience in a sea of paper slips. The lights turn off and I make my way off of the stage, immediately being met by Alyssa who grabs me by the wrist and drags me backstage.

"Hey, what gives?" I ask, tearing my wrist out of her grasp and my eyes narrowing.

"What the hell is this?" She replies angrily, holding up a photograph. I snatch the picture out of her hands and bring it closer to my face, seeing that it's a picture of me and someone else. The picture was taken on a beach, me and the other person lying in the sand together on a blanket, resting on our elbows and locked at the lips.

"I-I can explain," I stammer nervously.

"Explain to me what?" She snaps, tearing the photograph out of my possession and shoving it into the pocket of her suit jacket, "That this was a dare that some stupid paparazzi snapped on their camera? Because that's the only explanation I'm going to accept, Link, or else you're in some deep shit."

"He's my boyfriend!" I tell her.

"Your boyfriend?" She repeats, folding her arms over her chest and raising a single eyebrow. "Since when did you have a boyfriend?"

"Since nine months ago, Alyssa," I snap back, "I've had to keep it a sec-"

"Link, I don't think you realize how important this is. I am your agent for crying out loud! I could have handled this for you from the start! And now, I have to figure something out to cover this up," She exclaims, shaking her head and whispering to herself, "Why did I sign up for this shit?"

Uh-oh. I know that tone.  It meant that I was screwed. Alyssa then took a deep breath before continuing,

"Dude, I love you like a brother, but unless you come up with a plan, your career is ruined. You're lucky that I'm not quitting and giving up on you."

Just then, my mouth curls into a smile. "I may have a trick up my sleeve."

"What is it?" She asks, jumping onto one of the bigger amps and resting her hands down.

"What if we covered it up by making me 'date' someone? Presumably, an actress or someone who can pull it off?"

"You're kidding me, right?" Alyssa replies, an eyebrow raised, "That's the worst idea you've had since 2005 when you wanted to try 'emo' hair."

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