Sorry they're so short, guys ^^' this was acutually meant to be one short story, not a bunch of parts, but my computer doesn't like me so I have to do it in chapters DX DX DX DX sorry again. But thanks for reading!
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"Thank you! Thank you!" Skull Boy Shouted to the crowd, taking a deep bow, "Good night, everyone!" he left the stage with a cocky smirk on his lips.
"Boy, you getting better and better every day! I can't believe it's only been a few weeks,"
"Has it?" Skull Boy asked, rubbing the back of his head, "It only feels like a few day,"
"Oh it's been more than a few days, SB,"
Skull Boy shrugged. A few days, a few weeks, it didn't matter to him. He was having the time of his life!
The young skeleton left the building, the band following him on his way out. Paparazzi surrounded him, asking questions for their magazines of newspapers and taking his picture. He shielded his eyes from the blinding lights with a pair of sunglasses, plastering a big smile on his lips. Screams filled his ears and he had a ton of autograph books pushed at him. He happily took pens and signed his signature on each that came his way.
They made it to the end of the street, where a car was waiting for them. The Skele-Tunes hopped in and the driver sped away.
"You see how popular you're getting, SB? You the big cheese now!" Skele-T insisted.
Skull Boy smiled but said nothing. A few minutes later the car stopped in front of an empty alleyway. He climbed out, taking the dark path to his new pad so he wouldn't be followed. He shook his head and chuckled, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head.
Could it really have been several weeks? A month of two perhaps? It felt like he only left home yesterday.
Home. Reminded him that he needed to get a hold of Ruby. He hadn't sent her a letter or card in a long time to let them know how he was doing. Not that it really mattered. They most likely have heard about his upcoming fame on the radio or read it in the newspapers. But he still wanted them to head about his success from him. He'd have to go and pick up a post card sometime soon.
The smirk dropped from his face as he entered the five star establishments he was staying at. He felt no better than he had when he left Gloomsville. He did fit in better here. He was adored by monsters and creatures all over the world! The problem was that it wasn't what he wanted. He could live without fame. But what he couldn't live without were his best friends.
A rock star life was a lonely life.