Frans King is a modern day popstar who lives his life on the outside as if everything were perfect. But, inside, he faces the tumult of an emotional typhoon.
His father and his record company force him to live a faux life in order to support a good...
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"And every time youask, I'llpretendI'mokay." - ShawnMendes
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"Tommy go home." Frans tiredly said, he was fed up. And Tommy didn't help either. "But Sir, the management told me- " Frans rolled his eyes, again them. "I don't care. Here, take some money and go home. They don't even need to know." Frans offered Tommy some money, which the lad took without hesitation. Frans turned around and stomped to his car. It was brand new, just for show off. "But sir, what if I get fired?" Tommy asked in concern. After opening the car door, he turned around. "Simple, blame it all on me then. It's not like they'd fire me. Just tell them I ran off or I disappeared or some shit like that." Tommy winced, but nevertheless stayed glued to his spot. "Yes sir." He looked down, pushing the none deeper in his pocket.
Frans sighed. "Tommy, I don't want to give you orders, okay? If you want to tell them truth then do so. Or if you really don't want me to go then say it, Tommy." Frans looked tiredly at his fellow worker. They weren't friends. And neither was Tommy his bodyguard. Tom was someone who was hired to follow Frans everywhere and update his twitter and Instagram at times. Yeah, the situation wasn't a pleasant one at all.
Tommy looked up, guilt and happiness in his brown eyes, he nodded "go home." Frans didn't need to be told twice. He hopped in the car, slammed the door shut and sped down the street.
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He opened the dark wooded door and stepped in the empty and cold mansion. It was quiet, like time stood still. He slowly made his way to the living room and felt at peace. There were so many memories of his childhood, so many memories of happiness. He walked towards the big shiny piano, he remembered how he learned to play piano with his older brother. His older brother was always better at it, he got the hang of it much faster than Frans did. A smile tugged at his lips when the memories surfaced.
But then all the lies came flooding back and he clenched his jaw. Gripping the shining piano and closing his eyes, the memories of disappointed father and confused brother flooded in his mind. The way Freddie had looked at him, whathappenedwithyou? he had once asked. Frans wanted to pull his hair and scream nothing! Theyarelyingforme! Nothing! Pleasebelieveme, Freddie. Please. But now the proud look in Freddie's eyes had turned into cold and disappointed one. That was what hurt the most. His brother he had looked upon, he had wanted to be like his older brother. Freddie had always been there for him. More times then he can count on! Frans wanted his brothers approval more than his fathers. He wanted his brother to be proud, and mostly, he waned his old self back.
