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CelebrityLoading...
By Massimo PiancazzoLoading...
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When I wake up I wake up to Fame and Glory...
At least that's what people think.
The sun is beaming outside but I still feel like it's foggy, my memory of the night before were all scrabbled and that was not something that surprised me. I got out of bed, my covers on the ground due to the fact that I move around too much when I sleep. It was warm in my house yet my hands were as cold as Ice. I could hear what I thought were cicadas outside until I really listened. It was fans, they had found my new house in only a matter of a week and were already outside.
I released a new album last night and well, I have to perform it at a concert today. I get changed into an outfit that no doubt would become a new "trend", brushed my teeth, and left.
It's funny, I often think about my fame and every time I also have the same feeling about it, a feeling of annoyance. Everybody thinks that it's so great to be famous. Everybody knows you and your rich right so what could be so bad? Wrong, you aren't loved, you are liked. You are just an Icon, not a person. You are a fake, a phone. You fake your way to success and once your their you fake until u retire.
While I was walking outside I thought about how I wanted to be a celebrity, how I thought it would be amazing. I was wrong. I stay up almost every night thinking about the mistakes I made. I always thought that once I made it big the entire world would be below me and that I would be unstoppable, well that was five years ago, and look at me now.
I was brought back to reality by the sounds of people just outside the gate of my house. I had to get into my car and drive aways fast before anybody could block me off. I drove off as fast as I could
The car was cold and had black seats. There was no sound while I drove except for the sound of my engine and I liked it that way. For once it felt like I had a normal life, but deep inside I knew that whatever normal life I was dreaming about was now unobtainable.
I get to the concert and go backstage when I walked onto the stage I heard a mass amount of fans screaming, not cheering, screaming. At least that what it felt like. As usual, I sang the songs in my album as fans drooled over my "lyrical genius". If only they knew that I made these songs drunk. Even if they did they would say that "it shows true emotion".
I walk off the stage, now really thinking about what occurred, and for once I thought that I may have been spoiled. Do I take what I have for granted? Are my fans really fans of mine, do they really love me? I do a Job that they say is amazing yet I hate it, they say my music is great but I don't put any effort into it. They call me great, I say their fake, and they dare call me
a celebrity.
At least that's what people think.
The sun is beaming outside but I still feel like it's foggy, my memory of the night before were all scrabbled and that was not something that surprised me. I got out of bed, my covers on the ground due to the fact that I move around too much when I sleep. It was warm in my house yet my hands were as cold as Ice. I could hear what I thought were cicadas outside until I really listened. It was fans, they had found my new house in only a matter of a week and were already outside.
I released a new album last night and well, I have to perform it at a concert today. I get changed into an outfit that no doubt would become a new "trend", brushed my teeth, and left.
It's funny, I often think about my fame and every time I also have the same feeling about it, a feeling of annoyance. Everybody thinks that it's so great to be famous. Everybody knows you and your rich right so what could be so bad? Wrong, you aren't loved, you are liked. You are just an Icon, not a person. You are a fake, a phone. You fake your way to success and once your their you fake until u retire.
While I was walking outside I thought about how I wanted to be a celebrity, how I thought it would be amazing. I was wrong. I stay up almost every night thinking about the mistakes I made. I always thought that once I made it big the entire world would be below me and that I would be unstoppable, well that was five years ago, and look at me now.
I was brought back to reality by the sounds of people just outside the gate of my house. I had to get into my car and drive aways fast before anybody could block me off. I drove off as fast as I could
The car was cold and had black seats. There was no sound while I drove except for the sound of my engine and I liked it that way. For once it felt like I had a normal life, but deep inside I knew that whatever normal life I was dreaming about was now unobtainable.
I get to the concert and go backstage when I walked onto the stage I heard a mass amount of fans screaming, not cheering, screaming. At least that what it felt like. As usual, I sang the songs in my album as fans drooled over my "lyrical genius". If only they knew that I made these songs drunk. Even if they did they would say that "it shows true emotion".
I walk off the stage, now really thinking about what occurred, and for once I thought that I may have been spoiled. Do I take what I have for granted? Are my fans really fans of mine, do they really love me? I do a Job that they say is amazing yet I hate it, they say my music is great but I don't put any effort into it. They call me great, I say their fake, and they dare call me
a celebrity.