Cat POV

Standing in front of 2,000 people I giggled and waved, effectively wrapping up another concert. I gestured to my band for applause then I blew a kiss and exited the stage. Handing my mike over to once of the stagecrew I was greeted with another round of applause from my crew; they were always so supportive, like a family. Normally I would have been on a complete high from my concerts, I love being such a young singer but lately I have been feeling depressed. It was easy to hide your emotions behind a cheery expression and a laugh but it only added to the pain I was feeling.

You see little things where starting to get to me, like for example the fact that i had to have a bodyguard everywhere I go: being ushered to my car, going shopping, even on dates, it would explain why most of relationships never worked out. And whilst its true, I have everything anyone could possibly want: Fame, fortune, faithful fans, I felt that my life lacked... normality. I was never allowed to do anything normal. I couldn't just go out and hang out with friends and be a normal teenage girl. Even though I was constantly around people who paid me the nicest compliments and praise, I felt so unbelievably lonely.

Sighing I opened the car door and entered my house where I was greeted warmly by my slave-driver of a manager, Anna Stern. She always had this tendency to emphasis her words when she spoke and to me it seemed fake and rehearsed.

"Cat, great show tonight kid, you have been raking in the millions for me and could not be happier!", she grabbed me as she said this, pulling me into a bony and uncomfortable hug.

Anna was around more than my parents; they travelled a lot and left me under strict care of my bodyguards/babysitters. Anna was raving on about my schedule for the weekend, how I was going to work extra hard over the next couple of days if i wanted to fit it all in. She had changed, as the money grew so did her ego and here obsessive need for power. It meant that may life had become dismal and I desperately needed a change, or else I feared I would lose my mind.

Plucking up the courage, I turned to Anna who was now talking feverishly on the phone, I had to ask.

"Anna I want time off. I want to lead a normal life for a while." I tried to sound stern and confident but my voice wavered when I saw her facial expression.

I knew I had made a mistake when she abruptly stopped talking and instead let out a small cold laugh and the response, "Honey, you are doing so well and frankly with your emm.. How do I put this nicely.. current look and talent I think you need to make the money while you can!"

I gasped slightly at her bluntness, how could she be so cruel to me when I was the one who gave her a purpose. Like so many others she had let the toxin of fame into her veins, she was hooked now. She would never be the same.

I quickly excused myself and made a beeline straight to the bathroom. Bolting the door shut. I leaned against it, breathing heavily as I slumped to the floor. I tried to choke back tears, I felt so guilty for feeling ungrateful. Thousands of people dream of this life that I have it but I feel... empty. What is the point of having this life if you have no one to share it with? Moving over to the sink I splashed ice cold water over my face, letting it run down my neck and on to my shoulders. I couldn't believe the girl that was staring back at me, she was a complete strange, a foreigner who had taken over my body. Where was my warmth, my glowing smile?

Leaving the bathroom I sneaked past Anna's door, I didn't want her to hear me and call me back into her room. Darting up the staircase I raced down the long corridor and bolted into my bedroom. Silently shutting my the door I checked the time. It wasn't that late only around 5 in the afternoon. I had to leave this house, even if it was just for a few hours. Marching over to my walk in closet I scoured the room for my black hoodie and sunglasses. The night was still young, there was plenty of time to go out and experience the rebelliousness of being a teenager.

Opening the balcony door I raced over to the side, peering down I chucked down the bedsheets that I had tied together, taking a deep breath I placed one foot after the other over the side of the ledge and slowly began to climb down. Reaching the bottom I sighed in relief and tugged on the bedsheets, trying desperately for them to detach. It was too late to back out now.

Turning away, I bolted for the edge of the wall, intent on making this night one of the best of my life.

Robbie POV

Do you know how difficult it is to be the most hated boy in your school? No, well I can easily answer it for you.

I suppose it really is your own fault though when you go to a school for the talented in the arts and all of your abilities boil down to being a gangly, curly haired boy of 18 with glasses and a puppet that you always need by your side, Rex. True I am a talented ventriloquist but that does not exactly make the ladies swoon.

I'm not good at making friends, I'm socially awkward and I talk through a puppet. Sure I sit with people at school and they are decent to me but I can tell that they don't really want me there. I'm a wallflower. I don't belong.

After another day of hell I returned home, kicking my car as I exited it, I cursed slightly. Everything I owned was a piece of crap. Opening the door to the place I called home, I shouted for my mom. I waited and as usual their was no response. She is never around, she was never a great mother too me, she blamed me for all of her problems, so if I was being honest... I was happier when she was not around. She is always at her boyfriends or a bar so I basically live alone. My father left us when I turned five and I don't see much of him, I don't want to see him anyway. He is too busy with his new wife and son.

Every night is the same routine, I do the same thing: eat, homework, wallow in self-pity then bed. That why I was so surprise when my phone alerted me to in an incoming text. I almost dropped the phone in shock. I, Robbie Shapiro had been invited to a house party. Had they made a mistake? Accidentally invited the wrong Robbie?

Listing the pros and cons would make no difference, what would I have to lose by going? Springing into action I ran into my bedroom and changed into my nicest outfit then came the difficult part: do I bring Rex? He's a part of me and I desperately need him to talk. But I can't say that he has helped me become popular. Giving him a pitiful look, that was replied with his usual blank emotionless expression, I darted out the door and jumped into the car.

The life of popular, charismatic Robert Shapiro begins tonight.