After my dad died, in Los Angeles, I've always tried becoming a superstar but all my songs, art and dances, aren't enough, after then I knew the people are only greedy to get what they want and for others, they took everything my dad left saying and claiming it was their share of properties. My mom, Elsevango, she gave up on music but a few days later she noticed she had some kind of handwork so she started crafting, bags, shoes and so much more, that kept my family on at good stake until today when i brought music back into the world. Hello, my name is Chris, only the people in my town don't like music, I love it alot. When, I grow I'll be just like my father, he was a star, people loved him alot but now everyone has forgotten all about him and his family. And I know I'll become a star one day because he kinda lectured me alot about rules of a superstar and how to become a superstar but there is only one superstar in Los Angeles, Iva closme, he was my dad's best friend until my father died but sometimes I still wonder how did he got famous all of a sudden. Well I gotta go back home, I'll be late before dinner.
Getting back home the aromatherapy I smelled about 20 miles away, until I followed it knowing actually it was my mom. It got stronger and stronger then I went over to the kitchen, it was like it tore through my head and got into my score at that very moment. But what the TV was saying at that moment, I kinda heard it and I went off to the sitting room and I saw the daughter of Iva closme. It was saying something related to she coming to our school I didn't believe at first tought because my school was the most low graded school in all of Los Angeles. But I said to myself,"I'm going to school to meet my destiny not to chase after a girl who doesn't even know a name called Chris, actually, I'm going to be honest with you, My name is Christopher, but I guess the Chris matches. Tomorrow at noon, I'll be there to witness all about music, for the first time I'll finally get to meet Iva closme. And rule number one never trust anyone, you friend can be your enemy, my father told me that when I was 11, my father was a smart man who knew all the rules, how did he got killed and 2 days later, Iva closme became famous. Iva closme is kinda a suspect actually, he was my dad's best friend for 5 years and he also knew all the rules of a superstar I'm gonna have to keep a close eye on Iva closme, but how, he has the most guarded house in Los Angeles so I guess tomorrow is actually going to be my only chance.
THE NEXT DAY
After all the kolwaski I can't believe I couldn't make it, it was a very stormy and heavy rain smashing the floors in Los Angeles. I held my gaze to myself as I folded my hands together and went downtown until I got to the concert on time. After a shiny pink Bugatti Veyron drove on my way, my family didn't knew I was gone. "Hello, wait, do you love the rain?, Get in. As I turned my head to the left, I couldn't believe it, it was Becky closme, daughter of Iva closme. I walked up to her and refused. No thanks but I'm fine, but that was when she came out and didn't even cared about the rain, she held me by my shoulder and drew me unto the car.
ON THE WAY
So that is how you welcome people into your car right?, It's so unpredictable. I said as I stated into her shiny icy eyes. She didn't gave me an answer, it was kinda weird actually. She stopped the car and before I came down she pulled me closer as she gave me a pick peck on my face. I was kinda overwhelmed with it but I kinda went in with it. I came down after we've exchanged numbers, sh drove off and that was when I remembered the second rule, "NO MATTER WHAT, DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH THE BILLONIAR'S DAUGHTER". But it was too late I've just broker the second rule of a superstar.