"Yes with your million eyes you're watching me
You talk behind my back
You spy on me
So I scream and shout to make you leave
But you're still here, you keep judging me
With your million eyes."
- Loïc Nottet
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is it me or @ FransKingMusic is getting worse and worse?
I'd rather eat my own vomit then listen to Frans' music on my free time.
How someone like he can ever be famous?
@ FransKingMusic 's voice makes my ears bleed
I heard Frans King isn't even singing himself. He uses someone else.
Who on earth even li-
The phone was snapped between Frans trembling fingers. Pair of cold eyes staring down at him.
"What did I told about using phone at the set?"
"The set is over, Paul took off to San Diego about fifteen minutes ago."
Marvel said nothing as he locked the phone and hid it in his pocket. The man crossed his arms after rather attractive woman named Ulah had pushed him aside.
"Guards and their nosy personalities."
The woman muttered, giving Marvel an evil eye. The woman's sharp eyes landed on startled Frans. She was quite intimidating and rather grumpy on top of that.
"Here are your clothes, now shoo, go and change. I've got other people to work with and you've already changed my schedule for today." Ulah pushed Frans into small changing room.
After changing his clothes hurriedly, he was about to step out of the changing room when he noticed Marvel acting oddly. The man was standing next to a trash can, looking rather stiff.
He looked left and right, eyeing everyone closely as they worked with clothes, make up and someone was even walking around with a tiger.
He threw some kind of paper into trash and stepped away from it.
A figure stepped in his view. "What are you still doing here?" It was Ulah.
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Sound Of Silence
Teen FictionFrans 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...
