I’d been on the road, touring, for the past seven weeks and finally we’d finished. I remembered my very first tour and the excitement I’d felt days before it had began. The excitement only got bigger with every day that I performed on stage for my adoring fans, but this tour had been different. I was finally feeling the strain of being famous. I had no real friends anymore, my family were always in a different city, the fans had multiplied and my privacy was almost minimum. I knew deep down in my heart that if I was given the chance to change anything I’d do it all again, but there was a void in my heart and I desperately needed to fill it.
As we pulled up in front of the hotel I’d be staying in for the next week I took a deep breath and put my chanel sunglasses back on. My iPod was glued into my ears so I wouldn’t hear any paparazzi and I had a cap pulled down low so they wouldn’t get any juicy shots of me. My personal assistant along with my bodyguard got out of the hummer first and cleared the way into the hotel for me before I eventually grabbed my bag and left the comfort of the blacked out windows. Almost immediately the camera flashes began, and the shouting of many different, absurd questions they could come up with.
I made it inside the hotel in one piece and took my earphones out so I could listen to anything I needed to know. Hannah and Pierre directed me towards the front desk and waited patiently until a young girl greeted us.
“Hi!” She exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes and turned away from her, last thing I needed right now was a fan with front row seats to my personal life.
“I’m Leigh, I’ll be your personal stewardess. My father owns this hotel, and unfortunately he’s away in Paris at the moment.”
“Thank you, we’re all tired right now so can we just have our key cards.” Hannah responded, coldly.
“Sure thing, but I have to tell you your request for a free floor hasn’t been successful.” Leigh informed us.
I turned around to see a frightened girl. She knew this was the only request we’d made clear was not to be changed. I wanted one week of complete freedom.
“What? You denied our request?” Hannah asked sounding as angry as I felt.
“Yes, I’ll understand if you want to change hotels-”
“*CENSORED* right we do!” Pierre exclaimed.
“It’s just-”
“We don’t care for your excuses,” Hannah shouted, turning abruptly. “I’ll get the car Sinead.”
“Wait, why would you not do this for me? I’ve been coming here for two years.” I said angrily.
“You’re not the only celebrity we have here this week. We were fully booked and having them stay here is as good publicity as it is having you here.” Leigh answered.
“So there isn’t anyone from the public staying on my floor?”
“No ma’am.”
“Right give us the key cards, I couldn’t care less about some other celebrities.” I held my hand out expectantly.
“Thank you.” Leigh gasped as she hurriedly found us three key cards and handed them over.
I stormed off towards the elevator with Hannah and Pierre in tow and pressed the button roughly. Pierre and Hannah were probably the closest thing I had to friendship and both of them knew exactly how to treat me when I was feeling down. They just left me to it. So the rest of our journey to the rooms was in silence.
As I slammed the bedroom door behind me I leant back against it and felt my legs buckle beneath me. I slid down the oak door and pulled my knees closer to my chest, leaning my head in between them. What had happened to me?
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