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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"Everybody's rushing me, But I can feel you touching me There's no release, I feel you in my dreams Telling me I'm fine
Every time I close my eyes It's like a dark paradise" - LanaDel Rey
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Frans' head jerked right, his green eyes wide with surprise. His mouth formed the shape of "o" and after few short seconds he felt the stinging feeling on his cheek. He brushed his fingers along his jawline and felt small drop of blood there. It must've been the rings Martha wears.
"You piece of shit, you do realize you missed your performance and interview!" Martha hissed, spacing back and forth in the office. Frans couldn't get a word out, he was too stunned for that. It felt like reality had just hit him straight in the face. Which, ironically had happened just few short seconds ago.
"We had to organize the next interview with Timothy and think of something up while staring in Ian's eyes, Ian's! Ian's, Frans!" Frans closed mouth, realizing he had been gawking rudely.
He looked down, crossing his arms over his chest. It's not like they let him know of upcoming events! He tensed when the clicking of heels stopped, Frans could feel Martha's presence across the table. "Straighten your spine boy, hold your head higher. For heavens sake don't be such a peasant! You're a higherclass singer not a boy across the road!" She fumed.
With tense jaw, Frans pushed himself up a little, slowly he raised his head higher, meeting Martha's eyes. He was losing it slowly, he could feel that anger running in his veins, starting to boil slowly.
Martha started spacing again, her black shiny heels clicking against the floor. "Sometimes I wonder is there even something you can understand, all our efforts, and you keep acting like you don't care! Are you stupid?! Do you understand how many would kill to be where you are!" She hissed, not meeting Frans' angry eyes once. Frans' fingers locked around his elbows, he tug his nails in his muscles causing himself psychical pain to keep from lashing out. "We do everything for you, Frans! Unlike your masochist of a father who travels around the Europe to fuck with young women!" Martha said, taping his fingers anxiously.
Frans' hand twitched and he took a deep breath, every being of his body was tense. She's been throwing insults around the past twenty minutes, and now she's brought in his family. The family Frans didn't belong into anymore.
"In fact, have you already forgotten, dear dear Frans?" Martha's voice suddenly dropped as she stopped and leaned closer to him. A smug smile on her pale pink lips. His eyes were full of hate as he kept glaring at the woman. He gritted his teeth.
"We own everything here. Even you. The day you signed the small piece of paper, you sold yourself." She said seriously. "And we are the ones who can drag this father of yours to the bottom of the ocean, so dark place where he would never get out. Is that what you want Frans? For us to fire your father and give the whole society something to laugh about?"
