It was quiet when I woke up, I checked my phone to see that it was 9:00 am.
Usually there would be some sort of noise but it was eerily silent.
I did the usual shower and got dressed.
I walked to the front of the bus to see the boys there, as soon as I stepped inside the bus they glared at me.
"Very mature boys," I commented.
I came out of the bus, not feeling in the mood for acting this early in the morning.
There were screams from the fans so I sneakily made my way to the arena, with my hood up.
Not suspicous at all.......
The sound of my shoes echoed around the main area as I sat on the edge of the stage, my feet dangling.
I started to wonder wether this life was really for me, I mean it was the same everyday.
Eat, preform, sleep.
Eat,preform, interview, sleep.
Eat, signing, sleep.
and continue that cycle, maybe a few award shows here and there but is this what I really wanted?
I no longer felt like I sung because it was what I wanted to do and that thought hit me like a ton of bricks.
I felt like a robot under the managements control, they had always told me where to be.
I didn't want to be a puppet.
I stood in the middle of the stage, no longer feeling sad or empty, just angry at the little control I had over my life.
I was sick of it, so I did what I felt like doing at that moment.
I screamed, I picked up a microphone and threw it against the wall.
I wanted all the orders to stop, I felt cornered.
Because as carefree as I seemed I was practically a dog.
Management, Kayla, Keith.
I didn't care about any of them but they still were there, always watching my next move and I hated it.
But there was nothing I could do, I was stuck.
