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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"I've got fire for theheart I'mnotscared of thedark." - OneDirection
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Frans dropped his smile as soon as the door closed. With annoyed growl he fell back on the couch he had been sitting on the whole day. It seemed that half of his time he's spending in studio, recording songs with people he'll probably never meet again. And the more he meets other artists the more it confuses him. Because they have the chance to write their own songs. But why can't he? Is he really that bad of a writer that management even won't consider it?
Frans groaned and clutched his stomach, he hasn't eaten whole day. He felt it taking a toll on him. As he pushed himself up, he got a little dizzy at first, but after a few short moments it was fine. He stood up and made his way to the door, opening it he was met with Marvel, his bodyguard. Marvel was taking his job pretty seriously, perhaps even too seriously. Yet, he wasn't surprised, after all, Marvel was chosen by management. "Where to, sir?" The bulky man asked, looking at him emotionlessly. "Somewhere to eat, let's go to this little Energy Caffee."Frans offered, not even bothering to smile at the guy who was his bodyguard.
Frans stomped past the man to the elevator. Marvel followed behind, he was hungry as well, this Austin guy who had been there really managed to piss Marvel off. One reason why Marvel was pissed was because Austin talked too much. And after every passing minute, Marvel noticed the way Frans' eyes filled with more confusion and anger.
Austin was yet again another young artist who hormonal teenagers just adored. But Austin's fame level didn't reach Frans'. So, the both management's had decided to sign a contract. Now all they would have to do is record another hit and both sides would get what they want. Austin would get more fame and Frans would have yet another big hit in the radio stations.
In the quiet elevator, Frans had drowned in his own thoughts, almost not aware of the muscular man. Suddenly he came up with an idea. "Marvel, could you do something for me?" He asked, eyeing the man who only rised an eyebrow. "Tommy was fired, maybe you'd find some new job for him? Thanks." With that he walked out of the small elevator, not waiting for an answer.
He groaned as he noticed the person waiting for him. He had forgotten all about what Fredrick had said. "You're late." Freddie hissed, glaring at his younger brother. "You're too early." Frans rolled his eyes. Freddie was glaring at him, what made him feel both, happy and sad. At one point, it was good because maybe after tonights events Freddie would leave him alone? Frans' just needed to piss off both Annie and Freddie. Yes! It was a perfect opportunity to anger the couple. But... It meant there was no coming back.
"Marvel, could I take this rascal? We are supposed to have dinner at my place." Fredrick asked, and it annoyed Frans the way they talked about him like he was 10. He is 17 for heavens sake! "Sir, Frans has a performance tonight at 8. I'm sorry but I believe I can't let him." Marvel said, standing next to Frans, his hands behind his back.
