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 hail 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.
Fifteen 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 twenty minutes,
then finally falling asleep.
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