(((I have decided to make a tribute to my favourite Simpsons character, Otto, and one to my favourite band Pink Floyd, by writing the second ever Pink Floyd/Simpsons related fanfictions, the first one being my songfic, One of my Turns. I really don't recommend anyone reviewing this fiction, but if you must CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is what I am asking for, don't flame my fictions.)))
((Disclaimer: I don't own The Simpsons or Pink Floyd the Wall)))
Chapter 1: In the Flesh?
So you thought you might like to go to the show?
It was one of those days, the ones where he had to perform for the clones.
He hated these days, where he didn't understand what was going on, where his body, his mind, his whole self, wasn't in his control. It was controlled by the managers, the spotlight, the chemicals, by fame. Fame. Fame was a monster in his eyes.
To feel the warmth of the confusion, that space cadet glow.
Fame used to be something he craved, back when he was a poor bus-driver, spending his days listening to classic rock and using chemicals. Just for fun he used to remind himself.
Now those chemicals were a requirement in his line of work. He had to remind himself often why he had become what he was. A ghost of his former self. To get away he told himself. To get away from the people back in his former life, in Springfield.
Tell me is something eluding you Sunshine?
He glanced up at the clock. 8 more hours he thought to himself. 8 more hours until he had to go back out there, and face the army of faces. The faces that most people would call fans. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was as it has always been, black and curly lying just above his shoulders. His eyes had enormous bags under them from lack of sleep. He couldn't sleep. Sleep took time away from the faces, time away from the spotlight.
Is this not what you expected to see?
He preferred not to think, it was much easier that way. It was better to do what they told him to do, instead of arguing about it. It helped leave the stage faster. So he could be alone again. It was better to put himself into a disguise, to hide his true self. The faces still viewed him as a celebrity. He wanted to keep that image.
If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes
If they found out what went on behind the curtain, they would bring more faces, the ones that wanted to destroy him. The regular ones in the crowd were harmless compared to the ones that worked for the media. He walked back to the living room of his apartment and sat down on his chair. He turned on the television. Television always numbed his mind.
You'll just have to pull your way through this disguise.
