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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"They will play a game and say They know what you're going through And I tried to come up with an artistic way to say They don't know you, and neither do I So here's a prime example of a stand up guy Who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time." -Twentyøne Pilots
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"And last if not least! The question your fandom can't seem to let go, and neither can we." The strawberry blond haired woman stated, a charming smile on her blood red lips. It was a smile full of sweetness and candies, a smile as dazzling as the fireworks on new years eve. "How far is the relationship between you and Madison?" The woman's hazel eyes were sharp and burned with curiosity and envy. But the smile never faltered.
Frans' smile widened as he turned his attention to the camera. The small flashing red dot letting him know it worked, which meant it was the live camera. "We are doing good, we have rather busy jobs but we will go through thick and thin to keep our relationship alive." He sent victorious smile at the woman's way and he noticed the annoyed glint in her eyes. She failed to get something juicy out of this interview. But she wasn't done yet, it was her job and she was going to earn her money.
The woman's smile widened. As her eyes rested on the big screen behind them, Frans only felt more annoyed. "But what about those pictures that have been leaking all over twitter?"
Frans' green eyes slid over the screen and he was taken aback for a second. The pictures were of Madison sitting on Aron's lap, her arms around his neck and they seemed to be laughing. Aron was a model and worked in the same company as Madison did. Of course Frans felt need to claim and protect what's his, even when in reality it was fake.
"They are friends, what's so bad about hanging around with friends?" He asked a light smile on his face.
He tried to brush his curls out of his eyes only to realize that they were not there. It was a habit of his he couldn't get rid of. So he just brushed his fingers through his now white hair. "Oh? Just friends you're saying?" Interviewers eyes slid across the public sitting in the studio, a small smile on her face. " I guess in that case we could be amazing friends with you, Frans!" The public roared with laugher and some girls screamed something in high pitched voices that Frans couldn't quite understand.
He ignored the look the woman was giving him and the laughing people, instead he gave a small wave at a young girls way who's big blue eyes were glued to Frans. The girl who seemed to be something under ten, smiled brighter and gave a small wave back.
The show ended with Frans performing his single, after that he was more then eager to take some pictures and have small and perhaps too short conversations with his fans.
