Stuck in the stars

Part one

Don't get your hopes up.
You won't get anywhere.
Go to collage, get a real job.
No one makes it as a rockstar.
Those were all things said to Marshall throughout his entire life.
But he didn't give up. He kept pushing. Playing in bars and restaurants for free, posting his music online until finally, a smaller band asked him to open up for him. And then, a bigger one did. People began paying attention to his music, asking for him on Spotify and listening on YouTube.
He opened for bigger bands, until finally he had a stage of his own.
He climbed the latter, and at only twenty years old, Marshall Lee was making it as a punk rockstar.

The fame was certainly hitting him.
The online popularity, the money, the fans, the fancy hotel rooms and decked out clothes. He was beginning to have anything he wanted, everything he dreamed of.
Almost anything.
With fame, comes no privacy.
With fame, comes an image.
That image was heavily watched over by his producer and manager, Hunson Abadeer.
Marshall couldn't post what he wanted without running it through him first. He couldn't go where he wanted, talk to who he wanted, or wear what he wanted in public without the confirmation of his producer. It was "for his own good" he would say, but Marshall didn't see it like that. He wanted to be free, to wear what he wants, go where he wants, do what he wants.
Sometimes, no- quite often- he felt like a prisoner to the music industry.
The only place he felt safe and free was onstage, In front of his fans. Seeing their smiling, crying faces, holding signs, cheering and singing along to songs he wrote when he was sixteen in his bedroom, it all warmed his heart. That was unbelievable. That's why he stayed around. He felt needed by his fans.
Someone needed him.

Throughout his fame career, he's had relationships. With females, of course. He's bisexual, he's known since he was young, but that's apparently another thing he's not allowed to be. "People want to see a hot rockstar with a hot girl." His producer would explain. Even though more and more celebrities were coming out, Hunson made him more and more afraid to do the same.
Hunson was a scary man, he knew better than to get on his bad side.

In terms of being controlled, Gumball was in the some boat.
Barnaby is his given name, but he absolutely hates it. He's always had a fondness for the color pink and bubblegum, so throughout his adolescence- and to his fathers dismay- he gained the nickname gumball, In which he takes on as his real name. The boy had been forced about his whole life, his father trying to make him the picture perfect boy from next door. Nice clothing, nice electronics, healthy, a good boy. That means no going out late, or at all. No time for parties when you should be studying. Go to school for business, because that's the "family money maker" as he would put it.
His father had a life mapped out for Gumball, that Gumball didn't want.

He wanted to be a scientist. Chemistry, biology, those were his favorite classes taking growing up. He absolutely adored the one science class he managed to take in university, and he only wishes he could follow his true dream. He didn't want to be stuck in a tight suit signing papers, he would rather be dressed in a lab coat discovering new chemicals.
He just.. has so much to give, and no room to give it.

In this moment he sat in his dorm room, working on some of his studies at his desk. The pink lamp shined the light onto his notebook paper as he scribbled down vocabulary business terms. As soon as he finished the first page, the door to his room swung open. He jumped, turning to see his best- and possibly only- friend, Fiona.
"For globs sake, can't you knock?"
He asked, sighing after.
"I could, but that's no fun. Get dressed!"
"Wha-why?"
She smirked. Gumball always had a bad feeling about those smirks.
"We're going out tonight."
She presented him two tickets.
"My favorite artist is playing tonight! Marshall Lee the vampire king! Come on, you have to join me, it'll be fun! Please!"
Fiona knew Gumball wasn't.. a concert person. Or a party person. Or a leave his dorm room person. Everyone knew that. But, he had been neglecting Fiona recently, and he would feel terrible if he ditched her to go to a concert alone.
That could be dangerous.

"Fine, I'll go-"
"Yay!"
"-but, let me change first. Then we can head out."
Fiona waited outside the small dorm room, so gumball could quickly change. Color was his thing, and he had an array of colorful shirts and pants, but he knew he couldn't go out to a rock show looking like a candy cane.
So, he slipped on a white shirt that had some writing from a brand on it, and the only pair of black jeans he owned. Making sure his freshly pink dyed hair was in order, he grabbed his things and was ready to head out.
Fiona was singing songs the entire ride to the concert, and Gumball wasn't sure if he was going to be able to take this.
He'd do it for his friend.

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Author here
Honestly don't know if I'm ever going to be able to continue this due to school but here's at least the first chapter