Sin

How do the celebrities deal with these blinding lights focused on them? Everyone keeps running, talking through their headphones, checking the papers, scrolling through the teleprompter, fixing makeup.

"Are you nervous?" Hank asked me. I stared at him for a minute and shook my head. I'm rather sad than nervous, plus this isn't the first time I will be shown on TV.

Jarred and Hade promised that they'd stay on my side, watching me no matter what happened. I look around for the nth time hoping to spot the two in the crowd.

"Are you looking for someone?" Hank asked again; I stared at him and chuckled. He seems feeling nervous than me, as if he will be the one interviewed. He scratched his nape and smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, I know we've done this many times, but I still feel nervous about the possible question they might throw in you specifically like this, live." I smiled at Hank and squeezed his hand.

He became my manager, Jarred stopped responding to my calls and messages after I wal