Famously out of my League

All my life I have been pushed into doing things I didn't want to. The problem with fame is that, as soon as you are involved, it's hard to split yourself from the group.
If I could, then I would swap my life of money, films, girls and publicity for a normal life. A life where I would be able to go to a normal high-school like most seventeen year-olds. A life where I would fumble to speak to a girl who I had a crush on, or where I would be yelled at by my Mom for getting a D on my report card.
But I can't. I won't ever be able to understand that feeling. I'm not able to go down to the local corner-shop for a pint of milk without being bombarded with men with flashy and over-sized cameras. I can't go to a restaurant for more then ten minutes without someone coming over with a sheet of tissue and paper, holding it out for me to scribble my name across.
And there is this girl. She has to be the definition of perfection. Taylor, her name is. Taylor Ryans. From the minute we met, I fell for her.
From the minute we met, she hated my guts.
Everyone person in my situation will agree with me; our life is hard.
My name's Blake Finn, and I'm just trying to be a normal guy.