Coincidence

Chapter 2

A/N Note.

Hey you! Sorry if this pop up in you notifications but I'm just re-reading the book and fixing some spelling mistakes. I hate when I find them. Sometimes I also add a few words but it's not something there have a huge impact on the story so it's not necessary for you to read the chapter again -except if you want of course, then you are more than welcome.

Shawns POV.

"I don't want to do it, I just want to focus on the music right now." I keep telling my manager this but he won't listen.

"Shawn." Logan takes two fingers on the top of his nose, he always do that when I'm giving him a headache.
"You have to start listening to me, if you don't do as I say your careere will be over faster than you can say Toronto."

"No Logan. you have to start listening to me. I don't have the time for being a star actress in some movie, I have just been on a worldtour for one year and now I just want to relax and write some songs, take a break from it all." It have been the most stressfull, hard but at the same time most amazing 2 years, my first album came out in the end of 2015 and my second album came out in 2016, after that have there been so many interviews, concerts and worldtours. I have travelled around and have hardly seen my family in this amount of time. I miss being home, I miss being for myself, I miss doing what I love the most. I love my fans no doubt about that, I wouldn't be were I am now if they haden't supported me like they do. But sometimes I need time for myself, I need time to write songs, time to just live a normal life. I'm tired of Logan, he is a hell of a good manager, but he only think about money and not the artist he's representing. He sees me as a buisness opportunity, as a way to earn money to buy sportscars he don't ever have the time to drive in because he works so much. I think Logan needs some time off too, he have never asked for a vacation and I know he has two daughters and a wife. They live in LA and when we are in America are we in NYC so I don't get how he can manage being my manager and have a family on the other side of the country.  

"Logan you can talk all you want, but I'm not doing this. I'm over this argument." With that I pick up my guitar, take the cap from the hanger and slams the door after me. Logan can be as furious as he wants but I'm not going to take that movie deal. I only planing on being in NY for a couple of weeks before I go back home to Toronto to see my family. I'm going to take a long break where I'm writing new material and get my feet back to the ground.

It's hard for me to walk on the street without being recognized so I always try to stay away from the avenues and Boulevards and just take the small streets to where I want, it takes the double of time, but it prevent me from being stopped every 10 second. Normally do I like talking with my fans, but for the last couple of months havne't I been up for it so I will rather go a longer way and not give them a bad impression of me. I walk over to Central Park since that the place I relax the most when I'm here, it reminds me of home even though the threes isen't as big as they are in Canada. 

I go to the same bench everytime I'm here, I like the routine in it not because the bench is special or anything. But the best part of it is that theres is hardly any people coming here. The bench is placed near a small fountain, there is a few benches near by but far enough away from each other to prevent people from ears dropping, and then it's all hidden behind a lot of big bushes. If you don't know it's there then you won't find it -only by coincedence.

When I come over to the bench is there only a few people, a old married couple sitting together and feeting the pigeons and a little boy who is probably there grandson. The little boy runs around with his skateboard and laughs when he comes to near the pigeons so the fly scared up in the air, which gives his grandmother a small heartattack each time. I sit on the bench and start playing on my guitar. I'm working on a song I can't quite figure out how will end, I'm stuck at the chorus and it doesn't seem like I can get any further. I have pulled the cap so far down that it's hard for me to even see anything just in case somebody came by and recognized me. I hear the old couple and the boy leave after a while, the laugh is gone and everything is totally still except from the fountains water splashes. I have been so caught up in my playing that I hadn't noticed a new person had found his way to my secret place. I can feel him starring at me but I don't look up. I just hope it isn't a parparazzi. I try to raise my head slowly and unnoticeble so I can get a look at the person without him noticing me. But the 'he' is a she and she doesn't look like a normal paparazzi, she haves a big Canon camera with her, maybe she's just a fan. She doesn't hide that she's starring at me. I lock eyes with her, I wanna see who look down first. She keeps her eyes on me way longer than I expected. She just keep sitting on the side of the fountain and glarring obviously at me, even from here can I see her blush. She looks older than my normal fans, and normally they run over to me and ask for a picture and a autograph. Some of them even says that they love me, but how can they? They don't even know me, not the real me. They know the music I play, and that I hate tomatoes and they know the me there is in the interviewes, but they still don't know me. 

It's sweet of them to say it and I really think they mean it and I appreciate it. I just don't think it's a word you should say about everything or at least not about everyone. I have heard her camera taking some shots before I looked up but now when I look directly at her, is her camera down. She's just holding it in her hand like she would be ready to take it up to her eye and take one but she doesn't. I know she can see all of my face now so if she recognized me she would have done it by now. Maybe she doesn't know me? She doesn't seem like a person who get paralyzed when they see someone famous, not when she isn't ashamed of starring at me. I stare at her a little longer, not because I want to but I can't get my self to look away either. She isn't drop dead gorgeous, she's special. Her hair is a mess but it looks great on her, its long and brown -not normally my type but I like it. She doesn't smile to me, but somehow I know her smile will breathtaking. She doesn't seem like the kind of person who smiles without a reason, but what do I know? This whole starring is awkward and quite frankly it's freaking me out a little. I keep thinking things about her like I know her, but I don't. I pull the cap back down and take the guitar before I stand up and walk away. I have to get away from her starring or else I don't know what I'm going to do. 

I take the long route back again. I don't even notice my surroundings I'm thinking way to much about the strange girl. Who was she?

I get back to my apartment and fall back on the bed. I haven't really done anything today but I'm so tired. Just like I am everyday, this whole 'fame' and keeping up appearance  in front of everybody is draining. I haven't been happy in so long, I'm not even sure that I remember how to be happy anymore.