Being a Rockstar Sucks

Being a Rockstar Sucks 21

Does anybody even read this??I'm currently planning world domination....Would you join me? :P

So how was that random note? Yeah, I'm pretty hyper, blame the person who invented Pop Tarts...

Anyway time for Chapter 21!! (Happy dance)

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~*~Chapter 21~*~

Serenity's Amazing POV

I want to beat Jace; I want to beat him with my vicious Godzilla claws more specifically. The cameras are flashing in my face, blinding me. I would believe I was heading toward the "light" if there wasn't dozens of girls throwing Freddy action figures at me. If Freddy was real and his claws were half as painful as these dolls, I would choose him.

"How long have you been dating?!" An elderly man questioned. I'm not sure if he's the interviewer or just another guy in love with Jace. It must suck to be a rockstar, eh?

"Jacey loves me!" A frantic girl screeched somewhere in my left. I hid inside my costume; I placed the Godzilla hood face on my head and prepared for more action figures to be thrown at me. The noise was unbearable, it sounding like drowning cats and men shouting at their TV during a football game.

"Answer the question!"

"Skank!"

"Get away from her!" a familiar voice shouted and then there was grunting and shuffling. I looked up to see Jace frantically trying to push through the crowd of people around me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I was sick of this. I took out a synthetic blood bag from my Godzilla pocket and bit a hole into it. I was originally going to attack Jace with it when he was asleep, but it was time for desperate measures." Get the hell away from her!" Jace continued arguing.

I turned to a redhead on my left who was tossing action figures like a football player. I squeezed the bag and she was instantly soaked with it. Nice. Only about thirty more to go...She screeched and then Jace pushed her away and came to my side with more bags.

"Do you love her?!" Jace tore open the bag and drowned the middle aged interviewer with it. The crowd moved in closer, faintly reminding me of a hungry group of zombies wanting to eat your brains out. Zombies are a lot cooler though, this was insane. Are people really that obsessed with a "celebrity", that they will attack a person they know nothing about to have the person for themselves?

Jace passed me another bag and I tore it open, squirting more girls and a few guys. A familiar face in the crowd caught my attention. Lake? Oh gawd, he's also one of Jacey's followers.His expression was emotionless, until it shifted to one of concern. Yet the concern seemed too exaggerated...Fake. He quickly pushed the crowd and joined us. He smiled kindly at me, creeping the heck out of me  and accompanied us in spraying the psycho chicks and persistent interviewers with us. This strange, I was so sure he despised me, like how a fat kid despised a diet.

"Rick is going to kill me for this." Jace muttered with a grimace. I shrugged.