From anonymity to stardom Novels & Stories

"But who could have taken that? I didn't see any strange person around, even though this may not be bad like you said but I can't help but feel strange, cuz the thought of someone watching me gives me chills, I don't like the feeling," "Sorry, I know you are not used to this but I am, this is part of stardom, privacy is not possible," He answered feeling bad for her, this is what people who get close to him have to face, one of the downsides of being a star, privacy is most times zero. "Wow, I don't want the spotlight please it's scary just this picture is making me wanna go and hide forever what if the person has other photos?" She said her hands on her chest, the cast she has been redesign

"I don't think you need to know my name. It's unnecessary." "Unnecessary? You already know my name and I'm not allowed to know yours?" I rolled my eyes. "I thought you wanted us to relax and talk about each other's problems. But you can't even tell me your name—how am I supposed to trust you to listen to my problems?" "You can tell me all of your problems without knowing my name. You just need a person to vent to, right? Besides, we will never meet each other again after tonight. There is a beauty in anonymity."

all three of my mates say immediately. "She's not disappearing," Luciano adds. "She's not losing her life because of what they did to her." "Then we make you untouchable," Morrison says. "We expose everything. Every detail of what Genesis did. Make you so public, so protected, that they can't touch you without drawing massive attention." "Make me famous," I say flatly. "More famous than I already am." "Infamous," Morrison corrects. "The face of Genesis's victims. The symbol of everything they did wrong. If we do this right, you become radioactive to them. Too risky to approach."

At worst, it would make the poor man cry. "Please stop pointing in public." So far my identity hadn't been figured out, and I was grateful. In the age of cellphones and Wi-Fi, one really couldn't be too careful, unless one wanted to take the part of a celebrity as a full-time job. The little bit of fanfare I'd received as the Midnight Cowboy was…off-putting at best. I mean, I was glad to be past the Before Times, when monster-kind had remained hidden from humans thanks to monster hunters. Life was nowhere near the burden of the twenties and before, but I still didn't relish the unnecessary attention.

The court, susceptible to the power of a good, damning label, took notice. He began to feel it on a physical level. When he walked along the street, he'd notice the double-takes, the whispers behind hands. He was no longer a person; he was a headline made flesh. He was that guy in that video. The Scandalous Heir. He began to wear sunglasses, not as an affectation, but as armor, a futile effort to carve out a little anonymity in a world that had already decided who he was. One day, trapped in the penthouse, he made the mistake of reading the comments on a business article about him. They were a cesspool.

Having him beside me, reading my book and everything that has been happening all week just feels so strange and different. I didn't think I would suddenly become someone famous. I've been hiding under anonymity all these years, and now everyone is excited to meet me. My readers have been going crazy since the announcement was made, and they're even demanding a fan event and a live action. The company has been an absolute chaos too. After everyone recovered from their shock, I suddenly became a superstar. They all swarm around my desk, asking different questions. I didn't even realise my w*****n was that popular amongst the older citizens. Now, people I've never talked to want to be my friend

“You can help it. I know it’s tempting, but it’s only going to stress you out. You’re a celebrity now. Celebrities don’t look at news about themselves if they know what’s good for them.” “I know. I’m just not used to this,” I said, my voice hardly more than a whisper. “People knowing my name, writing articles about me. I don’t like it.” Once, I wanted to be famous—I wanted my name to be known in the fashion world. But now… I was already missing my anonymity, and it had only been two weeks since the public had learned my true nature.

Everything about him seems to find its way into my brain, where it cements like concrete. “Mermaid?” “Yes, Beauty?” “Can I ask you something, about the umm..content?” Arielle nods, eyes focused on the road. “Anything.” “Don’t you ever worry someone could recognise you?” I ask. She shakes her head, “I used to worry about it, but when the money started rolling in? It all faded. Shame too, you don't have time to worry about who can see you when you have your bills paid. Plus, it’s anonymous. For me, not everyone. Others like to show their faces. A friend of mine earned millions scamming the fans with a face reveal, and I kid you not, they came through.”

“I dropped my son to the school and came right away. So, let’s hear your opinions.” “No exclusive interviews.” “Why?” Of course, she would question and disagree. “This is your identity revelation to the public.” “Do you know how I ended up here?” “Yes.” She nodded. To my surprise, I saw a sincere understanding in her eyes. “I know this is scary, and I know why you chose to be anonymous because of your past, but you can’t keep that part of your life away from the public, and they’ve judged you enough. The fans love Midnight and T.S. Prince. If they can’t accept you as Tara, the Runaway Princess—”

V "I was only nineteen when I was shot into the stardom. I had been miraculously discovered by Dominic Mehta-Webb through my not-so-famous covers uploaded on youtube — and he went on to be not only my star buddy, but also proved to be the most understanding friend. One I would always look upto, one I would always be able to rely upon. Him inviting me to open a show for their boyband -- which was made up of him & four other rockstars -- proved to be the getaway to my stardom. I embraced it too quickly, not knowing that stars that fall too fast burn out just as quickly as well -- the journey is beautiful but the after-effects are burning. By twenty, I had been signed, I had released my first s