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...
WARNING: This chapter includessmallhints of anxiety, read on your own risk. ---
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"Little do you know, all my mistakes are slowly drowning me." -Alex & Sierra
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Out of frustration, Frans threw the pen against the wall. His mind was empty, no words, no lyrics, no poetry came to him. How can it be? They gave him a chance to write, write! And he just won't come up with anything!
He read few words that him or Austin had scribbled down, only to realize that it was crap and more crap.
A slight snore caught his attention, it was Austin whose upper half had slid under the glass table, a paper fallen on his face, covering it.
Frans opened his phone, opening up instagrams camera. He snapped a picture, feeling somehow satisfied.
"Tryingtocome up withlyricsandthat'swhatyougot. Shameonyou, Austin."
He tagged his fellow singer and uploaded the picture. Immediately his account was bombed with likes, comments and more likes. He closed his phone and hid it in his hoodies pocket.
Suddenly there was this tingling feeling on his fingertips, slowly, it spread up his arms to his shoulders. To his stomach and back, down his legs to his toes. He frowned, that was odd. It felt like he couldn't think, and blamed it on tiredness.
He shook his head and shoulders, trying to get rid of the annoying feeling. He shoved Austins leg lightly to wake him up. The guy snorted up, hitting his head against the glass table. "Who put the table here?" Austin hissed, crawling up.
"It was there before you, genius. Therefore it was your fault." Frans stated, getting up from the floor as well. "Yeah, but it was you who woke me up." It was obvious how annoyed Austin really was. "Be my guest and sleep under the table, because you know, it's all comfy and stuff." Somehow Frans was starting to get angry, he blamed the odd feeling.
Austin tilted his head, his eyes snapping on the clock. "Damn, it is late. I better get going. Tomorrow at Golden Cat studio? It shall be free place after noon." Austin said, slapping his face to stay awake. The guy had dark circles under his eyes and the gel that was probably put in his hair in the morning, was now giving it awkward angel as he had fallen asleep with it.
