Ruined By My Rival

1 “There’s nothing we can do to help you. You need spice, you need some drama in your life.” A man in a well tailored suit and tie so tight you could see the vein on his forehead said. “You need to come up with something or else we vote you out.” My board of directors say. Yeah…… apparently, fans need action to keep on cheering for you and that is exactly what my life lacks. What should I do? Throw myself out there and demand for something crazy to happen? I didn’t sign up for a reality TV show. I just wanted the world to hear my music. Listen to my lyrics and feel what I feel. How I feel. Safe, relaxed, calm, happy. I plaster on a fake smile, thank them and assure them I’ll do something about it, then get the hell out of there. I really need to find a solution to this or else I’m f****d. My career and everything I’ve worked for, down the drain. Just like that. I check back into my hotel and beeline straight for the bed. After placing my phone on Do Not Disturb mode, I change into comfortable clothes and get into bed. My eyes snap open at the sound of the alarm blaring from my phone. How the f**k did it get past DND? Well, mission f*****g accomplished because I’m very wide awake now. I slept for 3 hours straight. Until that f*****g alarm at least. I might as well find something meaningful to do with myself like head down to the bar downstairs instead of moping up here like a spoiled princess. I put on a baggy black faded jean and an equally black jean jacket and my black boots. What? Black is everyone’s favorite color. Then I start heading downstairs. Maybe I could get laid and end a bit of my misery. It’s a Thursday evening and the bar isn’t so packed. Maybe because it’s an expensive hotel? Luckily, I don’t spot anyone that recognizes me or stops for a picture. Pro’s of being a failing idol I guess. “One glass of whiskey please.” I tell the male bartender. “Here you go.” He slides it to me. I slide on the stool, take the drink and wink at him. I’m gay. And everyone knows, it’s not a secret that I find men attractive. Even my fans are aware and they’ve tried several attempts at matchmaking. Which all failed by the way. I’m still looking around for my lay when someone walks up beside me. “Five tequila shots, please.” The deep voice says. I don’t have to turn my head to know who it is. I recognize that voice anywhere. And what the f**k is he doing in the same hotel as me? In the same state as me? I mean what are the chances? My career gets blown up in my face, I decide to take some air and he’s in the same place as me? Coincidentally? “Hey.” He nudges me. “Hello.” I say back. He’s Christian Cole. The hottest and most popular music idol in the industry. Also my biggest rival. My ridiculously hot rival. Seriously, why’s he so hot? He’s got chocolate brown hair, black eyes, plump pink lips and a sharp jawline. He’s tall, taller than me and is built like a god. I know this because I’ve seen pictures. NOT that I’m a stalker or anything. And now he’s dressed casually in blue jeans and a white shirt. Would I have gone for him if he wasn’t my rival? Possibly. Now he’s my rival. Am I attracted to him? Very much possibly. “What are you doing here all by yourself?” He asks. If he notices me checking him out, he hides it well. “Who said I’m alone?” I reply him. He looks around as if to prove a point. It’s not like I hate him, I don’t. or do I? I’m certain I don’t. But he’s rude and cocky and egoistic and I don’t like that so I automatically don’t like him. I don’t like him but I don’t hate him either. “Maybe my company’s upstairs.” I say. “Sure.” He offers me a wary smile like he doesn’t believe me, then takes his drinks and walks away to his table. With his friends. Of course they’re celebrating while I’m here acting all lost and sad like a puppy. Fuck. I need to get my s**t together, nobody’s coming to save me, no one is going to wear a mask and a cape to come save me. I’m my own hero. I don’t have friends or backups to come to my aid. I either do it myself or no one else does. That sobers me up. I drain the rest of my drink and tip the bartender then head back to my room. I get into the bed and stare at the ceiling. Being an idol is what I wanted, I knew it wasn’t easy but I still thought I could do it anyways. It happened so fast. One minute I had thousands of crazy fans and the next, I’m running from everyone. Including my family. I know they would support me through everything but f**k, I just need time and space to figure out who I am and what I’m doing. I’ll reconnect back to the world and everyone. Soon. I promise. And with that thought, I doze off.