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Chapter 2- The Real Shawn Mendes

It was the third time in the week that he showed up there, because that was the only place where he felt at peace. He could sit for hours in the same place and would only be bothered if he wanted to, because he knew the rules of the Weekend on the celebrities. Nobody could get close to the famous customers who appeared there every day in search of a little peace, unless one of them wanted to make a request, this rule applied to fans who were kept outside by a strong security system, and this made him feel almost normal again.

Shawn looked around discreetly, and behind his sunglasses, he could see that there were several important people out there. He saw some familiar faces, accompanied by glamorous women, but he did not want to remember who they were. His gaze shifted to a table in front of him where a businessperson from the movie world was sitting. On his side, a platinum blonde pretended to pay attention to everything he said, but Shawn could see the look of boredom stamped on her face. She realized that Shawn was watching her and gave him an insinuating look. From where he could see that she was beautiful, the gym's spotted body exhibited turbocharged breasts and provocative legs that her micro skirt showed. Maybe once, he was interested, but now in her eyes she was just another fortune hunter.

He turned his attention to the music that was played on his headset and began to set the pace by tapping his fingers lightly on the table. He loved that song as much as the band that sang it. Under pressure in his opinion, was one of the best songs recorded by the Queen band. He had even recorded it on one of his CDs, but without claiming to equal Fred Mercury, who had been considered one of the best singers in the world, and who even after his death was loved by his fans.

As the music continued to play, Shawn thought about his life and his face got a little stiffer. He avoided letting such thoughts get in the way of his resting moment, but sometimes they just invaded his thoughts unexpectedly.

His image had always been important to him, and he had always believed that the way he saw himself was the same as the way other people saw him, but with the time and experience in that crazy world of showbiz, he had discovered that he was wrong.

He knew what people had to think of him when they saw him at the hottest parties in the world, accompanied by girls who looked like too painted barbies to his eyes. And there were many of them, thousands of them who approached him like flies attracted by honey, seduced by his money, fame, and his good-guy image, but he never found a single girl who was worth remembering the name of the next day;

For many, he was the rich playboy that pretended to be a pop singer, who used his money and influence as a decoy for whoever or whatever interested him. In addition, it was true that he had a lot of money, more than he would like, and having money gave him advantages that he wouldn't have if he were an ordinary boy, and that almost always gave him the feeling that he should apologize for having become famous so soon, as many fought all their life for a crumb of what he had achieved.

However, in spite of that, there was one thing he loved and that the disappointment of his dreams had not taken away from him. Shawn loved cars, and his favorite hobby was collecting them. He had several different brands, colors and models, but his favorite was a red Ferrari that he bought as soon as he became famous.

He loved the freedom that the car gave him, and loved even more to feel the wind in his face, the adrenaline of speed that made him feel so powerful that he would be able to fly. He could be himself, could go wherever he wanted, disappear in the anonymity of a privacy that he did not know what it was long ago.

He missed walking down the street just for the pleasure of seeing things happening around him, feel the rain wet his face, skate on ice, play football with friends, go to the beach without his presence causing such a stir that he needed the presence of a security guard, which took away the grace of doing anything. That was what the world of fame and celebrities had taken away from him, as well as his right to be who he was without having to explain himself to anyone.