1_-SKY

-Sky?...ey! Sky! Get up we have arrived!

I felt someone shaking me as I slowly woke up.

I growled displeased:

-Carlysle let go of me will you!

- No, you have to get ready. The pilot made me tell you that we're landing in Los Angeles in 30 minutes. And I found out that a horde of journalists are waiting for you at the airport!

-I do not care.

I say, getting ready to go back to sleep.

-SKY SHIT!!! He yelled in my ears.

Which hit my brain like a hammer blow.

With this damn hangover plus my agent screaming like a madman and my desire to sleep that is not ready to be satisfied!

Is equal to a sure and certain freak out.

- BUT FUCKING CARLYSLE! SHUT UP IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO SEND YOU OVER THE WINDOW! I reply, straightening up suddenly, annoyed.

But strangely I was not alone in the bed. There were 4 or 5 naked girls who were spread out pell-mell on this one. Girls I don't remember meeting.

-At least you are more or less awake. Carlysle smiled ruefully.

Without paying attention to what he just said, and while fighting against an impossible headache....I showed at a glance the girls sleeping in my bed.

-Who are they? I grumbled, still in a daze.

Carlysle, half figs half grapes crossed his arms while leaning on the door frame answered me;

-Do you really not remember?

-If I had remembered, do you really think I would have wasted my time asking you the cretin question!?

Say I annoyed by his lack of lucidity yet I'm the drunk guy roohhh!

HE didn't flinch at my prick It's all the same because he's quite used to my whimsical and grumpy side.

He's been my agent for 1 year and 1 month and that's a record for me. Because I usually change it every 4 or 5 months, but strangely it is the least stupid of all .....

Even if sometimes he gets on my nerves but never enough for me to send him back.

And one of the reasons why he is always at my service is because he never interferes in my private life and has never allowed himself to advise me in my personal life.

He is content to know the essentials and to fix my blunders and believe me, blunders, I make lots of them!

-Well, let me refresh your memory... He replied mockingly.....what happened while you were in Las Vegas.

First of all after the gig you haven't been sober since. You entered one of the best casinos in town and then you chained rounds of alcohol like never before! And you told me that you felt too rich for a 23-year-old! You've decided to spend $1 million just for this weekend. You got yourself a Streep-tease with girls dressed up as policemen who were pretty good dancers by the way. You jumped off a cliff naked. Then after you went to play in the wheel of fortune and you won 2 million dollars you were very angry because all things considered you didn't spend anything at all of the 1 million dollars on the contrary you even have 1 million profits. You've always had a knack for gambling...as they say, money goes to the rich. Then, you also won a week of fooling around with these 5 girls. But since we should be going back to Los Angeles that night, you demanded that she come with you.....

-Eh? you couldn't stop me Ducon! I scolded him, running my hands over my messy hair.

He just smiled at my annoyance before saying:

-Even drunk you remain the stubborn Sky Tayger... so where was I? Ah yes!.. Then you got them on the jet with you and then you locked yourself in your room with them, telling me very coldly that you didn't want to be disturbed because you were planning to have a six-plan and that... ....

-It's ok, it's ok!.... it's good, I don't understand the need to go into details! I say getting up to go lock myself in the bathroom....

Because if it's really true that I spent 3 days drunk and debauched, then I need a good invigorating shower.

YES a very good and long shower.

To be able to drive away this goddamn hangover.

As the hot water trickled over my body I sighed with pleasure and well being....and my thoughts took me far away to my nocturnal demons.

I was a censored brunette (black hair speckled with silvery white) with turquoise blue eyes...I had a mole on my lower lip...which many of my fans cracked up on.

I had a straight nose, better said an aquiline nose and my eyes were indefinable as they are breathtakingly beautiful.

However, I was ready to trade everything so that I could see my mother again.

I looked so much like her and I wonder what she thinks of me right now...the choice I made in my life.

After 20 minutes I leave the bathroom and get ready.

I've barely finished getting ready when Carlisle knocks on the door.

- Sky, are you ready? The plane has just landed.

- Yeah it's good you can open the con. I answered neutrally.

He runs and appears through the opening.

-We just landed Barely 10 minutes after we posted on social media that the celebrity darling is back from his tour.

I only nodded....it doesn't surprise me....I'm Sky Tagger anyway!

I was about to leave when suddenly Carlisle asked me:

-What do we do with them? I bring them to your house?

He pointed to the girls sleeping on my bed.

And I chuckled:

- I really don't need a bitch stuck to my coattails right now, so you take the jet and tell the pilot to send them back to their Vegas.

He nods then shakes his head and while following me he says.

- What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, that's it.

-You've understood everything! Rallai je.....I believe that with me at your side you will end up becoming a real man, because yes I know that you are still a virgin at 25 years old Carlysle.

He blushed but said nothing, while I burst out laughing.

Arrived in front of the jet door Carlysle said to me:

- So Ready to be invaded?

For all answer I grimaced and put on my sunglasses and covered my head with the hood of my sweat shorts.

Then the door opened.

From the top of the stairs of the plane, I was blinded by the flashes of the cameras of the journalists and half deaf by the incessant cries of the groupies.....

The same story as usual.

I hurried down the steps of the plane and surrounded by my henchmen I tried to split the crowd somehow.

And above all to try to ignore questions from journalists...

Sky how was your tour?

They say you hooked up with Miley Cirus during your tour, right?

Do you really sleep with kim kardenshian a woman 20 years older than you?

It is said that you spent your last evening in New York in a nightclub for homosexuals, is this true? Have you become gay Sky?

They were hustling and heckling greedily like vampires for the best scoop I can offer them....whether it was real or not....

Really I hate them bastards....but as if to say they don't really get to me.

It's been a long time since they've been nothing to me.

"GENTLEMEN, LADIES....I UNDERSTAND YOUR HURRY TO KNOW ALL ABOUT SKY AND HOW HIS TOUR IS GOING," Carlysle said loud enough to be heard by the still struggling crowd. BUT A LITTLE COMMON SENSE PLEASE! HE HAS JUST SPENT 3 MONTHS IN A HARASSING ACTIVITY! AND HE IS TIRED...LET HIM REST FOR NOW AND WILL BE ON FOOT TO ANSWER ALL OF YOUR QUESTIONS TONIGHT IN THE 8 AM INTERVIEW. I'M COUNTING ON YOUR UNDERSTANDING......

I had finished going through the horde of journalists who, luckily, had calmed down a bit with my agent's little speech. and now I was slicing through the crowd of my fans.

And it's even worse than the journalists and with my hangover it doesn't help with their incessant hysterical screaming.

Sky I love you!

Sky a spelling please!

Sky!

Sky marry me!

Sky make me your sub like Anasthasia was in 50 Shades of Grey.

No, she's lost or what, that one!

Sky Kiss me!

Sky! My idol !

SKY I LOVE YOU!

SKY I LOVE YOU!

AHHHH SKY!

(damn she's going to break my eardrums this girl....oops! In fact it was a guy)

SKY!!

Sky here, Sky there, it's always the same litany that I get so tired of!....if these people only knew how much I couldn't care less about them and their stupid lives!

I was in such a bad mood that I didn't even give my usual hypocritical charming smile...

Or even signed a spell and played the guy who cares about his fans....

The worst is when they try to touch me even at the risk of their lives.

I remember once last year there was a groupie who climbed the stage where I was giving my concert and jumped on me....the minions immediately came to my rescue, but she got away. clung to me like a damn....and when they were finally able to tear it from me, she was crying with joy because she had a piece of fabric from my t-shirt that she tore.... .

No but really! Bullshit!

My fans I despise them!

All The same!

Day by day the number of fans increases and day by day they become more tiring....and shitty.

Finally I was able to rush into my limo and despite that the fans knocked like mad against the window, shouting my name....I sighed and took off my sunglasses.

-Wow! We can say that it was unheard of. Said Carlysle to me, huffing...

-Yeah obsessed! They are all obsessed! Gromelai closing his eyes...fighting against these headaches that will end up breaking my head.

Can't wait for me to get home, because I really need a massage and sleep ME!.....I say to conclude.