Heyy!

I decided to give this story a shot... I hope you still remember me and this story... anyway, I'll still update Ally's Moon, even though I'm not getting much response to it... But I have hopes...

This chapter has been here for a while and I didn't even change anything so I don't know, I'm not exactly sure about it. But yeah

Enjoy :)


Austin Moon. You have probably heard of him or seen him on TV or maybe listened to him on the radio. His songs are really popular "Heard it on the Radio", "Not a Love Song" and others. This boy is 17 yeas old and is probably the most popular singer of all times. He has been in 3 movies, 7 commercials and other things.

Tonight he was going to have a concert. Millions of girls were fangirling and all the tickets were sold, the streets were blocked, and the stores closed earlier in Miami. As the limousine arrived, screams were heard everywhere. The limousine's door opened and a tall blonde boy got out. He was wearing sunglasses and a big smile, he waved at everyone. Tall big men wearing black and dark sunglasses were circling the area, blocking the crazy fans from getting any closer to the 5 star boy.

It looked like a movie. Those where the famous guy gets out of the limousine in slow motion, and first they film his legs, his expensive read jeans and the expensive dark black shoes, and then the camera lifts up to show his expensive white shirt and his expensive yellow jacket (his favourite) and next thing his face, his bright million dollar smile and his winks directed to the pretty hot fan girls screaming at him. It's all movie stuff. His perfect beach blond hair, his perfect brown eyes and his perfect smile. It was like he had came out of a Hollywood film.

The boy walked with what you could call it, style, through the red carpet that led to the theatre where he was performing that night and he gazed at everyone around him. Those people seemed just so happy, he seemed so happy, so full of himself. Suddenly, a brunette girl was being chased by three of the big tall men wearing black, and Austin was soon surrounded by four people. The men tried to grab her and she tried to fight them, until he interfered. "Hey! Don't worry! I'll talk to her!" He was Austin Moon. The lovable and caring pop star everyone knew and loved.

"Oh my... Oh my God!" the girl screamed and jumped with a grin planted on her face, staring at the blonde "You're Austin Moon! Oh my God! Stacy is gonna be so jealous!" Austin smiled at the tall girl, proud of himself. He had million of fans around the country, probably the world, this was one more. Just one more. His eyes travelled from her eyes to her body, up and down, he could already picture himself undressing her slowly, he gazed at her Austin Moon necklace and wished it wasn't there, he would take it off her neck and kiss it roughly, while hearing his name being called over and over again.

"Can you please sign my shirt?" the girl asked him, pointing to the back of her Austin Moon shirt and picking up her hair in a pony tail so he could sign the shirt. "Of course." he smiled at her "What's your name, pretty?" she blushed and told him her name. Gladly, he took a pen from his jeans and wrote To Christine, from the awesome Austin Moon, with love. "Oh! And can you sign my CD too?"

It was a normal routine. It took him just a walk through the park to be immediately approached by crazy fans asking him for pictures with him and to sign their shirts and other stuff. It was a normal routine. He would act all caring and nice to people, smiling at everyone. He was just covering himself, he was just under that disguise everybody loved. But he was afraid of himself. The pressure of being perfect was climbing up, getting into his head fast and dangerous. He was soon the bad boy, behind the cameras. Maybe it was just the pressure. But whatever it was, it wasn't good for him, neither was for the people around him.

Austin entered the theatre and the door closed, but he could still hear the annoying screams of his annoying climgy crazy fans. The door closed and so did his heart. He started walking fast, past everyone, not listening to a word people were saying. He didn't care. He just needed to rest. He was tired. Mostly of life.

"Mr Moon, here is your coffee." a skinny lady yelled, running up to him, but he didn't stop. She handed him the coffee, and he took it out of her hands roughly, he drank a little, making a disgusted face. He handed her the coffee quickly, almost dropping it into her blouse. "Do you want to kill me or something?" he yelled at her, making her back off, scared. "That thing his literally poison! Would you be happy to kill Austin Moon? But that wouldn't take you far, I mean, you would be in jail for the rest of your life for killing Austin Moon!" the lady looked down to the floor in shame. "You know what? I could ask you for another coffee, but I'm scared the next will be poisoned for real, so get lost! How the hell are you working here? Were they drunk when they hired you? Ugh, just leave, I can't stand look at your ugly face, right now!" she didn't even replayed back, she just took off flying the faster she could.

The boy scuffed and continued walking, rubbing his temples and mumbling mean words, cursing at God for bringing this stupid people to the world, for making them exist and walking into his life to just ruin him completely. He looked up and saw his name written on his dressing-room's door, above a gold star, he started walking up to there but people were always interrupting him.

"Mr Moon, don't forget, you have an interview for the Cameron Show."

"Mr Moon, do you like this shirt or do you prefer the other one?"

"Mr Moon, Jimmy called, he wants you to know he won't be here tonight, he had some meeting to attend."

"Mr Moon, do you-"

His head was spinning, he felt like he was in a rollercoaster, an endless rollercoaster. He rushed to the door and yelled in frustration, entered and closed the door quickly ignoring everything and everyone.

"Fuck this" he mumbled and lied on the green couch. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths and count to three before opening them. "Fuck it all"

He got up and walked to the mirror tl fix his blonde hair just one more time. Looking at himself, Austin Moon smirked at his appearance. He knew he was hot, he knew he was gorgeous, he knew it.

"Austin Moon, my boy, when did you get so perfect?" he asked, smirking.

Someone knocked on the door and he groaned as a woman he had never seen opened the door.

"Mr Moon, your concert starts in 10, hurry up."

The boy left the room. As he got closer to the stage, he could hear his name being yelled louder and louder. He felt the adrenaline rush to his veins, the smirk growing in his face. The screams were getting even louder. His steps were getting larger and faster and his smirk widder. The moment the blue curtains opened and girls started crying and taking off their phones to record, he was the center of the world. Only he mattered. His breath caught up in a rushed pace. The music started and he raised his hands. Everybody raised their hands. When the first word of the lyrics came out of his mouth, he felt like he was the only one in the world and everybody adored him. Because in that moment he knew. That night was his.

Backstage was his father smirking as well while watching his son perform. Money. He was making more money.

Austin's voice was rough, he looked tired, sound tired, he was tired. His voice was as sweet and caring as ir was before, it didn't show the passion anymore. He wasn't singing because he wanted to, he was singing because he had to.

The fans were screaming his name so loud, he couldn't hear anything else.

While exiting the theatre after the concert the camera flashes blinded him, covering the moon light. But he still smirked. When finally he made to his black limousine, he poured himself a drink. Vodka. Austin Moon drank during his ride to the party he was going to attend and Austin Moon woke up the next morning with a headache, next to a dark skinned girl he didn't knew.