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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"Why doIfeellike Ilostsomething that I neverhad?" -NF
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There was nothing better than having a day off. People don't really think about how lucky they are when they get to sleep in their own bed, or when they eat their own meal in their own home surrounded by family.
There is nothing better than laying on your own couch, wrapped in a blanket with a drink and a snack, watching an old movie you've wanted to see ages already.
But even though the TV was on and Frans was so alone in the house, his mind was thousand miles from his body.
Maybe he should just quit, just walk away and travel the world without doing anything but discovering the old castles, rainforests and climb the mountains that are so high its impossible to see the tops.
Maybe he could start saving pandas or even build a zoo for animals that are almost extinct already?
He snorted at his thoughts, that's ridiculous. First of all, he's got a signed paper, and secondly, he would abandon his fathers secrets that way.
He felt frustrated and stuck. Frans shook his head and decide not to think about it today, he was alone and he was going to enjoy it, every bit of it.
A small piece of paper caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He eyed the envelope and reached out for it, it was sealed with red wax.
Is their wedding royal themed? King and Queen? How ironic.
Out of curiosity Frans ripped the envelope in two, taking out the small invitation card. He snorted and stood up to go and throw it away without even reading it. They wanted him to attend Harold's wedding? Oh hell no, he'd rather spend a day in Tim's offices then go there. Or well, maybe not really, but still he despised the idea of being in their wedding.
He could already see the headlines: Frans King didn't addent to his fathers wedding, is there trouble in paradise? Broken family? Jealousy? Turn page 36 to read more!
He snorted and roamed the bowl full of popcorn, only to find it empty.
Who ate all of his popcorn?
He groaned and dragged himself to the kitchen, without any regret he threw the invitation card away.
It was long past afternoon, and he was utterly bored. His body wasn't used to doing nothing, his mind wasn't used to lazing around. He was almost going crazy, every normal person would've loved that, but not him.
He glanced down at his bruised knuckles, he had washed them after his hot tantrum. It wasn't pleasant, but nothing in this life was.
Frans decided to get out of this house, he wasn't going to wait till someone from management would come and drag him to some new studio or set or whatever they had came up with now.
