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1 Day Earlier

James's POV

I awake early for yet another day of being famous. I stretch out in bed and look to my side, where my girlfriend, Amber, is sound asleep. I don't really remember what happened last night, but I don't really want to. I pull back the covers and sit at the edge of the bed and think for a minute; sure I wanted to have fame and fortune, but I wanted to be happy. I left all my friends at home and I rarely see my family. This is what I think every morning. Why can't I be happy?

I sigh and get up to get ready for another appearance on a morning news show. The sun hasn't risen so the room is chilled. I reach for my track pants and sweatshirt; I'll go for a run, that's usually how I deal with my depression.

I run down the beach to watch the sunrise across LA, it's magical to view and always clears my mind. I finally get to the pier near my home and sit down; I want to watch the beautiful and calm sunrise before I have to jump back into my crazy schedule. I hear the loud alarm on my phone in my pocket go off and I jump, losing my balance. I forgot to turn it off since I got up so early. I should get back before anyone realizes I'm gone, so I sprint back to my beach home.

I turn off the shower and step into the cold, a towel around my waist. I look into the foggy mirror above the sink and I don't see the James Diamond I used to know, a hockey loving, shy boy. I see an unhappy superstar with an already fulfilled dream staring at me.

The television appearance goes well, but they all do. I always do the same things my managers tell me to: smile, say I love my fans, and thank everyone for their help. Although, I really do care about my fans, they are the closest thing to a family I have, which is sad because I don't know any of their names yet they know mine.

I arrive home at three in the afternoon, it's not late but I'm worn out. I drop my white jacket on the table where there is a note. I pick it up and it's from Amber. It reads:
My birthday's soon, we better be doing something special together, babe. XOXO, Amber.

I shake my head and crumple up the note. I wish I could date who I want. The publicity is not worth it, I want to be happy with someone I truly care about. But I know I can't.

I lie back on the sofa and turn on the television; it's mostly just background noise while I nap. I close my eyes and dream.

I wake up unwillingly and look at my phone to check the time. I squint in the sudden change of light as I read the numbers, it's about five. I only have two hours to myself before I have to rush out and perform a new song on the pier down the beach. I grab some bread and cheese from the fridge and quickly whip up a grilled cheese sandwich on the stove. It's definitely not the best since I'm no cook, but it's better than eating fast food like I do every day while on tour.

I finish eating and throw the dishes in the sink, I'll clean them eventually. I stand by my closet and pick out some coordinated clothes to wear; black jeans, white t-shirt, and a black vest. It's my signature look. I fix my hair and give myself an approving nod in the mirror. I look hot.

The concert I put on at the pier is a success; I did three encores for the audience of screaming fans. I slowly lug myself through my front door and into my empty, dark home. I'm exhausted and looking forward to the day off I have tomorrow, I'll make the most of it. I'm going to start by sleeping in since I haven't in a while. I leap into bed, not bothering to change my clothes and fall into a slumber that won't easily be shaken.

I wake up happily for the first time in weeks. I had a dream that I was back home, playing roller hockey with my best friends on the street that we all shared houses on. The dream seemed so real that it was exactly what I needed to relax my mind.

The sun is already high in the sky when I open the curtains to look outside. There isn't a cloud in the sky and the beach is crowded. I check my phone as I pour myself a bowl of cereal. I got a text from Parker, my closest friend since I moved to Los Angeles. I met him when I was at my low point in my life, when my fame started going down the tubes I ran into him on the beach. This coast is magical; it has given me so many miracles like meeting Parker, my first concert, and my best performances. The shore hasn't failed me yet with lightening up my life. Even though Parker and I didn't get along at first, he gave me advice and helped me through my rough times. I would definitely not be where I am today without his support.

The text is asking if I want to go down to the beach and play Frisbee with him. I text back immediately, this is exactly the break from life I was waiting for. I'm going to meet him down there in half an hour so it gives me just enough time to finish eating and change into something comfortable. I stride up to my room and reach into my drawer pulling out baby blue shorts and a green swimsuit. I decide to wear the blue shorts because they go better with my skin tone. I slide on my black sandals and shades and dash out the door. I didn't even bother putting on a shirt because I'll get hot and sweaty running around in the sizzling sun.

I meet up with Parker down the beach away from all the crowds. I smile at him and grab the disk from his hands. "I'm so glad you asked to play, I needed this," I yell to him as I throw the Frisbee.

"No problem, you've been too busy and we haven't hung out in forever," Parker chuckles back. "And by the way, you're going down!"

I shake my head and give him a teasing glare as he throws the disk at me with all his might. I get ready to jump up and catch the disk but the wind catches it and it flies above my head and across the beach. "I got it don't worry," I yell to Parker who stands still as I run after the disk. The disk, flying too fast for me to catch, heads right to a group of teens but right before I could yell to watch out, it smacks right into a tall teenage boy and he falls to the ground. "Shit," I curse to myself. I sprint to the boy's side and kneel next to him. I pull out my phone and call Parker who I can barely see down the beach. I tell him to get ice and to find me, it's an emergency.

When Parker gets to me, I tell him that he could go home; I'll take care of the guy. It's my fault for not catching the disk and I feel terrible.

The teenager the disk hit looks about my age; blonde hair, and a handsome face. I decide to try to wake him so I gently shake him and say, "Dude, are you alright?" I worry that he won't. His eyes slowly open and I catch my breath as he looks up at me with striking green eyes.

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