"I hate your band. I hate your voice. I hate your music. I hate your look. I hate your image. And I hate you."
He looked down at his shoes, shoving his hands into his pockets. Those big brown eyes glistened with sadness under the dim streetlight. For a second, I almost felt bad. But how can I? He's exactly like every other stupid person that performs here; a cookie cutter pop star that doesn't care about anything more than himself and the fame.
But instead of yelling in his face again, I simply pushed his hand away, the one that held two pieces of paper in it, and smiled sadly.
"Keep your concert tickets, I'll see you around."
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Fanfiction"I hate your band. I hate your voice. I hate your music. I hate your look. I hate your image. And I hate you." -- Copyright 2015 © Smoosey All rights reserved. -- c:
