Percy smiled, waving at yet another fan. He was a famous singer, and well-liked among the females. Also, with his good looks - black hair and green eyes, it helped with his rep. He winked, causing a girl to swoon. Gods, how dumb was that? Secretly, he was amused by all this. He loved the attention; the worship.
"Over 1000 million views," Paul Blofis murmured. He was Percy's escort. Also, his dad.
"That's progress." Percy then broke out into singing...
"Take a look at me, and tell me what you see!
Don't judge the way I look, just leave me be!"
Applause went out, and Percy bowed playfully, which led to screaming.
Paul's cell phone rang, and when he flipped open, Percy could see that he was talking to his mother.
"What does she want?" Percy asked.
Paul waved his hand, making 'be quiet' motions. At last, he was done talking.
"Well?" Percy said impatiently. "Did you tell her I was safe and anything?"
"No, she didn't ask about that..." Paul paused. "She was, uh, wondering about school."
Percy laughed. "School? Is she getting forgetful lately? I don't go to school."
"Well, you do know. You would go to Lance Academy, starting tomorrow morning."
"Lance? Is that a private school?"
"No, it's normal. Uh, average." Paul glanced nervously over at his son. "Your mother wants you to, you know, act normal. Hang out with friends and stuff."
"Normal?" Percy repeated. He didn't like the sound of that. Already, he had nightmares about people knowing the real him. What if they didn't like him? Out of the hundred kids at school, he was going to be ordinary.
"Might be fun," Paul said.
Percy snorted. Of course he would say that. He wasn't the one going to school.