Dylan was running late. For the third time in a day. He was always running late these days, his schedule so crammed that he felt like the number of working hours in a day was insufficient for him. That said a lot since he worked till very late at nights. He was no movie star like everybody wanted him to be.
Being a star was a facade he kept to the world to hide his real passion. He loved music and owned an academy where he taught students how to sing or use musical instruments. He had no intention of joining the Hollywood cinema like the tabloids had concocted, the story had been invented merely because it was what assumed about him. Keeping up a front to the world was important as he’d learnt at a young age that no one would support him in doing what he wanted in preference to what they
