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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" My heart is broke But I have some glue Help me inhale And mend it with you." - Nirvana
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Frans felt clean, refreshed. His curls were still wet and the hot steam was covering bathroom walls.
He felt more than nervous and he wasn't exactly sure what should he wear for the dinner with his father. Frans groaned when he realized that Fredrick would surely be there too.
He needs to build his walls back up. No breaking, no cracking, no nothing. Emotions off, work on.
He pushed himself off the cold wall and walked over to his closet. He wasn't exactly sure what would be appropriate. In fact, all this wearing fashionable and expensive clothes was getting on his nerves, if it would've been up to him, he'd always be wearing just random comfortable clothes, wether it was ugly orange shirt and plain brown pants, as long as it was comfy, he'd wear it. But he was literally not allowed to wear odd clothes. Guess he needed a woman's help then. "Pixie!" He yelled, shaking his curls.
A small woman appeared at the door, her blue eyes were wide and her black hair was in a messy bun. Her name wasn't really a pixie, but Felicity. She just reminded Frans so much of a pixie he couldn't help but start calling her like that. She always keeps the garden and mansion clean, without anyone even noticing her. She's a quiet person and loves to keep everything in check. Pixie is a maid hired by modest. Frans first though he didn't need her but as time passed he felt happy that the mansion wasn't never really empty.
"Yes?" She asked, stepping inside Frans' room. "I need something to wear and I'm not completely sure what would be appropriate. Could you help me out please?" He asked, smiling like a Cheshire cat and pointing at his closet.
Pixie frowned but made her way to the closet, giving Frans pair of skinnies and a black dress shirt. "Would tie be too much?" He asked, eyeing up his pitifully small amount of ties. He was never really the one liking suits but he had to wear them pretty often. He usually got his clothes from Arabella but this event has nothing to do with her.
"Probably, but I'm not sure. Maybe we should call Arabella?" Pixie asked, looking Frans worriedly. When things came to Frans, she was always doubtful. "Nah I'll leave it out then. Thanks Pix!" Felicity pursed her lips but nodded. He couldn't help but chuckle as the woman hurried away.
After getting dressed he found himself staring at the mirror. He then realized how miserable he looked this time. There was no one who could be hiding his pale skin, dull hair and dark circles under his eyes. He tried everything to make his hair look combed or in style. Nothing. He tried to get rid of the dark circles under his eyes but nothing would work, all he managed was to make his eyes red. He left it at that, somehow everything he tried to do on his own he manages to mess up.
