Stan sometimes has too many hours alone in his hotel, unable to sleep andyet so very, very tired. His mind racing constantly, new thoughts arriving with each new venue.
Ever since Stan's music career started up, he was psyched. This was his dream since childhood.
Thoughout his teenage years, making it big was his goal. It was a marvelous, heart-wrenching adventure. Leaving his family and friends at seventeen when discovered by a music producer who hadn't received much attention before they made their deal. But they made it big. Concerts, commercials, advertisements, cologne fanchise, and quite a vast fanbase. Stan was invited to parties (most not as bad as the ones he went to as an eight year old), contract deals, free stuff, and interviews about his road to success.
His last five years have been amazing.
But each time Stan's alone in his hotel, his room near bare of personal items and silent save the occasional sound of a a blaring motorcycle, revviing obnoxiously at a stop light, his mind wanders to his past. To the times with his friends in South Park.
Stan occasionally misses his friends, his family, but he refuses to go back. For some reason, he's ashamed. Not of his friends, but of his self. When he first left, he kept contact with them. Phone calls, the occasional visits, video conferences - he used as many ways in order to continue his relationships. But after two years of being on the road, he became self-obsessed, blowing off old friends for new autograph signings. Stan claimed he was swamped with work, when in all reality, he was taking advantage of his fame. Getting laid, partying until dawn, and posing as the perfect boyfriend type for magazine interviews.
Stan eventually left his friends alone, consumed with his lust for success.
Stan doesn't regret his fame. No, the last five years have been a blessing. He doesn't regret leaving his friends - change is good. He doesn't regret his life.
But Stan missed South Park a hell of a lot.
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