Ter's Road Ked

Blaster: The Not-So-Amazing Part of Being Famous

Blaster's POV

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Fame. What is it? Is it all good? Is it perfect? Those are questions that I face everyday from my teachers, classmates, and even from random people that notice me while walking in the street.

Well, to answer those questions, fame has its sides. There are happy parts, definitely. But, it also has its counterpart, that not-so-good parts.

Fame is what I've never wished during my stages of music-making. I just wanted to be heard. I knew our music. I knew it would 'hit' people. I knew it would become big.

But fame, it's not a topic I'd be very much happy about. I love the fact that people admire us. People ask for pictures, ask for signatures, and that's normal. I could bear with that. Those are my considerations when it comes to fans.

The not-so-amazing parts are: fans following me home, stalking me, and making disgusting ships with females I don't even like.

I never really needed to brag, but I know that a lot of people that took interest in our band were also interested in me, and definitely not just in a 'fanatic' way. They were obsessed with me. Females used me as their wattpad stories' main character, and it's fairly cringey, honestly. I saw internet comments of under-aged women asking me to impregnate them. Disgusting, right?

Fame is cool, it seems great. But once you're THAT big. Shit gets crazy, and a little bit unreal for my taste.

To be honest, I was a kid only interested in making music. I never wanted fame. My band loves to make music, and that's it. The 'fame' part was slightly unwanted.

Well, that's fame for me. Two-sided, weird, and somehow distasteful.

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I slowly get down the stairs after my 8-hour slumber, to be greeted by my mom. Her smile looked creepier than yesterday's which ensured me that she's wishing for a favor.

I put up a half-smile and asked her. "What is it?" She lifts her head so that it is direct to my eyes. "Cherryl is here.  She wants to go to school, but...with you."

My face turned sour. She noticed. "I know you hate it when I meddle with your love-life, but your father likes her."

"Why does it always have to be about what dad likes? About what you like? Do I even have my rights in this home?" I screamed, and I wanted to. I wanted my dad who was comfortably sitting at our dining table drinking tea, to hear me.

I saw my dad turn his smile into a smirk. He then turned to Cherryl. "I'll talk to him, don't worry. You'll marry soon."

"Thank you so much Mr. Silonga. I know this would benefit daddy's company and yours as well."
Cherryl had the audacity to say that even with my known presence.

Dad and his businesses. Yes, my dad owns a huge company; definitely the largest company in town. But since he's known for being such an achiever, he's been trying to merge with other companies.

I have no problem with him being the ultimate achiever and such. I just  hated how I should always be involved with the company's businesses. And worse, being married off to a woman I never even liked just for the sake of my dad's company.

Whenever I'm at home, I practically feel like hell. My parents always made the decisions for me; which is probably the biggest contributor to my mood of writing.

But what I know for a fact is...I want to keep making music. I don't want to do businesses in a business suit or in an office, I just wanted to be with my band, IVOS.

I went out of my house as soon as possible and took a drive to school. 

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Upon reaching school, I was greeted by a stampede of girls. And this is definitely a part of my not-so-amazing angles of being famous.

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Cleo's POV

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"Cleo! Wake up! Your school's about to start and you're just...laying there not doing anything."
I heard my mother rant.

I moved my ass up and started preparing for school. I didn't like hearing my mother's rants. Somehow her rants resembled Satan's, and it scares me.

I grab my stuff and make my way to school.

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My school is weird, definitely not the best. There are a lot of students. There were hoes, black hoes, gay best-friends, nerds, jocks, and the populars. This school is messed up.

But apparently, our school actually had some good products. There's this band at school that is smashing records nationwide. They're named IVOS, Four of Spades. They're kinda' cool. Their music is refreshing.

I'm a transfer student by the way. I moved to this school partly because I got a scholarship, and also because  my mother's workplace is nearby.
I honestly don't know anything about this school, and that itself scares me.
I hope there aren't any bullies. I could never afford getting hurt.

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I swung to my first period class, but  got bumped by a woman. She was bitchy. I wasn't feeling her vibes or her aura. She seemed like the typical school bitch, and I hated those.

She smiled. "Hi, the name's Erika. Do you know where A.P. is?" I was shocked. I didn't expect her to be a little bit sweet. "Oh. Actually I was on my way there myself, you can just come with me." I replied noticing her sweetness.
"Thank you so much. And please, be my friend. It's hard walking into these halls looking like an outcast." She smiled. "Girl, you read my mind." I replied to her witty statement. Well, I guess I have a friend at campus.

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As we walked into class, eyes were gawking at us. The New Kids, they thought. We saw eyes, some a little bit friendly, but most, were in pure horror. What could be so 'bothersome' about us?

Right there, Mr. Dimki, our A.P. teacher, interrupted the long silence. "Oh, the new students. You are both late but I'm giving you privilege because you're both new here."
We smiled and just nodded at him, but he didn't let us go that easy.

"Introduce yourselves. First off, Erika." Erika just smiled in reply.
"Hi. My name's Erika, and I am definitely a threat." She shook everybody. Unheard applause played on my mind, but it was my turn now.
"Oh...okay. My name's Cleo and I'm also a threat, but gayer." The class laughed. Erika and I just smiled. Mr. Dimki gave us our designated seats, and sadly, we weren't even near each other.

I was seated right next to this 'guy'. He seemed cool, then I recognized him. "Are you from IVOS?"
I asked him, but he really seemed to hate the attention. "Yeah. Now don't ask me that question ever again, I don't live for fame." He snapped.

My wig flew with his statement. I didn't reply anymore. He just seemed cool. I like him, as a person.