The Outaw

HIM

I was in L.A. again, I sat there in my hotel room, thinking on how to start a new song. but nothing came to mind.

I ran my hand though my hair and then grabbed my phone from off the night stand. I looked at the lock screen and then paced it back on the night stand. I need a break from social media, it was a reminder that I was... known.

By known, I mean of course my fame. Everywhere I go, there's that face, my face. Every time I open my phone on social media, there's my name; "Shawn Mendes." You get sick of it after a while.

I mean I love my friends, but its hard to go around places without people waiting at the airport, waiting outside your hotel, or chasing after you. But my moto is "never say no to a selfie."

I have millions of fans who love me and was announced the Prince of Pop. Some say I'm the luckiest man in the world, but sometimes it doesn't feel that way. Being overwhelmed this much makes me feel like I'm crumbling away and miss how it was when I wasn't famous.

It's so much pressure and after all I'm only human.

If there was just one person that didn't know who I was...

Who am I kidding, now in days everyone knows who I am. This face is nearly on every billboard in nearly every city.

I rubbed my face then stood up off the bed, snatching up my phone and shoving it deep into my back pocket, hoping that its deep enough so I won't open it. I grabbed my coat and walked out my hotel room door, leaving everything behind without another word.