Hatred

He had it all at that moment. Looking into the cheering crowd while panting heavily. He gave his all during every performance. Overworked himself sometimes. Walking towards the side of the stage to get some water, he noticed something within the crowd. There was a small group of fans. Flipping his sweat drenched hair away from his eyes, he saw something. There was a girl, small in stature who was trying very hard to see the stage. Unfortunately for her, many other fans were pushing their way in front of this girl. An elbow flew, and he then saw the girl grimace in pain. He started to go towards them and reach out, but the crowd had swallowed up the view like nothing had ever even happened. His heart sank, and as he walked backstage a group of fans were screaming his name. Turning, he smiled and waved at them even though he felt like crying.

When he reached backstage, he sat on the chairs provided with a thump. " Today was good. I made many people happy." Even though he could not get the image of this girl's face out of his mind. The other members soon joined him, and they all cooled off for a few seconds before pausing and listening to the ecstatic crowd begging for an encore. Smiling, they waited a few seconds more and then went back on stage to perform one more song.

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-Later at the hotel-

He lay in bed that night, thinking about how there were many other instances of unruly fans that he had not taken notice of before. Over-excited fans injuring others.....being followed where there should be only him and whomever he was hanging out with......fans bashing another member and only praising the ones they fell in false love with. He wanted to protect his fans and only see them smile, no matter how much it cost him. After all, they are the ones he owed his success to right? He knows he worked hard, but always thought his fans deserved more of the credit to where he was now.

Turning to the side in his bed, he tried to clear his mind and fall asleep. He had been thinking for far too long into the night, and he had a busy schedule ahead of him.

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-In the morning-

He woke up 4 hours later, mouth dry and eyes heavy. The sun had already started to rise. Schedules began in an hour, so he still had time to relax for a few moments before preparing for the day. He went down to the restaurants the hotel building was connected to after putting on some casual clothes.

Once there, he noticed the usual fan or two trying to catch a glimpse of the life the band had on a normal day. He always tried to ignore them if he could. Something bothered him about these two fans were disappointed (and somewhat angry) that he was the one to appear. He waved at them, but they only scoffed and turned away. Frowning, he looked down at his phone while waiting for his food to be made. He figured he would check twitter while he waited. " A lot of fans seem to be very supportive of us. I wonder how many are my fans." He laughed and started scrolling through the search for his name. He frowned again.

"......i wonder what he actually does for the group...."

"........he can't even sing......"

"The company should just remove him.."

"...yeah. Let's start a petition!"

".....he is talentless......"

".....did you see him trying to dance last night?"

"...what a waste..."

His heart plummeted.

He tried reasoning with the situation. Everyone has haters, yeah? He texted the other members that he was going to visit the gym for 15 minutes before the interview. He turned his phone off and began to sweat his emotions out. After he was done, he went back to the hotel room he shared with another member and took a shower.