"Miss Blanc, how does it feel to be working with world famous boy band BTS?"
"When can we expect their new album?"
" There are dating rumours circulating between you and-"
" When will be getting music from you?"
The paparazzi was swarming now, and I felt suffocated. My bodyguards were nowhere to be seen, and I was left to fend off both the ever growing crowd and their questions. With no barrier between myself and the crowd, I was tugged and shoved by shouting people. I felt my breathing get shallower, as I got dizzier and dizzier. Black spots dotted my vision, as the loud noises seemed to fade away little by little.
Ever since they came into my life mere weeks ago, my reputation and life had been flipped upside down. Faced with a whole new level of fame, paparazzi and problems that I had no idea how to deal with. And it was all because of them. Stupid boy bands.
I felt my feet give out from underneath me, but never realised exactly when I came into contact with the hard ground. It felt like I was falling into an endless dark abyss. Falling, with the weird butterflies you get in your stomach. My eyes were heavy, and fatigue washed over me, compelling me to close my eyes. And as everything surrounding me got blurrier, I saw a figure running.
And then there was nothing.
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FanfictionFame, money and power. Ashley Blanc has it all. A prestigious songwriter in America with hit singles and her name up in lights. She's living the life, but a dark past leaves her unable to ever truly escape. Until BTS barge into her studio and her li...
