Prologue

I look at my friend one last time before I boarded the plane. Was I making the wrong mistake by going? Or would I be making a bigger mistake if I stayed? The choice was mine. They gave me two options. One, I could stay in the light and misery of fame or two, I could leave them, my love for singing and go off to where ever I wanted. Can you guess what I picked? I waved to Brian but he didn’t wave back. I figured he was pissed at my decision. I turned around and walked towards the plane terminal. I turned back around to find Brian was gone. A few tears blurred my vision as I turned back around and boarded the plane. I put my bags in the overhead compartment. I sat down in my seat and slouched all the way down. I didn’t know where I was going or what would happen when I got there. They would be telling the fans today that I left the group. I looked at my watch. The press conference just started. It would be all over TV and the radio. I started to think about when I first got sick of the fame, the fans, my friends. When I started to get sick of everything and everybody. I felt my eyes start to get heavy as I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up to a stewardess looking at me.

“ Mr. Carter it’s time to get up” I heard her say.

“ Thank you” I said as I got up and grabbed my bags from the overhead compartment. I walked towards the exit of the plane and into the terminal. I walked out of the terminal and into the lobby of the airport. I stopped as I saw what I thought I got away from. The press and the fans, all the fans were crying and the press was standing there with recorders in their hands. I started to walk quickly through the crowd of people. Questions, coming from every direction. Screams of sadness hitting me like a slap in the face. I just ignored all their questions. The thing that I paid most attention to was the screams. How sad they sounded. Did the fans really miss me? After I thought all they wanted was a stupid autograph and the when they were happy, talk about me and hurt my feelings. I blocked everything out of my mind and raced through the lobby like a speeding bullet. I didn’t expect a limo to pick me up anymore so I put up my hand, as best as I could cause all my bags, to haul a taxi. A taxi stopped just in time as the press and fans started to come out of the lobby of the airport. I got in quickly placing my bags on the back seat next to where I sat. The taxi driver started to pull away.

“ Where to, sir?” The taxi driver asked me as he looked in his rear view mirror.

“ 220 River View Drive” I said as I looked back at the crying fans. I looked until I couldn’t see them anymore and turned back around. 15 minutes later the taxi driver pulled up in front of my house.

“ Thank you” I said as I paid him his money. He counted the money as I got out and grabbed my bags and he drove away. I walked up to my big gate and put in the code numbers. In matter of seconds I saw it open. I walked through and it closed. I walked up to the door and put down my bags. Trying to find my key in my book bag. I started to remember the sound of the fans cries as I walked well actually almost ran through the airport. I found my key and unlocked my door. I opened it, picked up my bags and walked into my house. I looked around to notice know one was home. “ Thank god” I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my room. I dropped my bags by my closet door and plopped down on my bed. Glad I finally got away from everything and everyone. Or did I really make the wrong mistake? I thought as I looked at the ceiling for 20 minutes then finally falling asleep.

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