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Said Elyn. "The club or fan club that Carol has, is taken from the abbreviation of her name, Jasmine Caroline W. It has about 150 members, but if the survey said, may exceed that number.” Obviously Vivian impressed Elyn, it felt like there was nothing Vivian didn't know. “Fans club? To such an extent?” That's how powerful Carol's popularity is. Vivian is not finished with her explanation. “Most of them are SOPA's big family but the rest are also from outsiders. Carol is quite famous in med-sos with a following of almost ten million people, of course all her photos are spread as a result of fan-cam.”

"...Do you know how many of our colleagues and other people out there hoping to be in your place will beat you up for answering like this?" "Do I need to know?" "Nevermind. You're as boring as hell. Why do you even have tons of fans?" "Beats me, maybe because they're brainless." When the woman recalled the many die-hard zombie-like fans of this person shouting and fangirling crazily in his signing events or any events and film premieres, even though she wanted to sympathize with them and tell something in retort, she just suddenly couldn't find the right words to say. The description was quite harsh, yet on point...

I shrugged like it was no big deal. “I mean come on. All is fair in love and war right, you can use me to gather your serious fan base but there is something wrong with your plans. You will never win against Tiffany.” That got a reaction out of her, just a small glare but still it was a reaction. “By the end of today, both of you would have been my exes and she has a larger fan base dedicated to her and her actions, not people who follow you because they are just concerned about the person you are fucking. I wonder how many fan I can make you lose before the show officially starts.”

"That's what some people would call me." "What do you call you?" "A fan." "A fan," he deadpans. I shrug. "A super fan?" He smiles. "I guess that's probably more accurate." "Because I have sex with some of the players." This conversation is starting to piss me off. I don't have to justify my actions with him or anyone else.

It was better to go back to the station to keep some peace of mind… Big Ken then sat on the seat that Captain Pannell sat in earlier and stared at the face of the fan on the laptop screen for a long time before slowly saying, “I never expected for Exo Quirke’s fans to be so crazy. I can understand idolizing a celebrity because many young people these days have a favorite idol after all, but it’s the first time I’ve seen someone idolize a person to this extent. It’s simply appalling!” Puzzled, Jane could not hold down her inner curiosity. She looked at Big Ken before she stared at Alex Cohen and asked in confusion, “Why can’t I understand a word you’re saying? The more I listen, the more conf

He asked in a soft, hoarse voice. I rolled my eyes and punched him slightly in the chest with the side of my fists. He laughed softly and stepped back. “About my fans,” he said and sighed. “Look, they are extremely crazy. Delusionally crazy. One time one of them snuck into my hotel room two seasons ago. Those people think they own me. Some even send me their underwear… ew.” I blinked, shocked at the statement. Just how crazy were these people? They knew nothing about Paul or even Drake but their fandom was toxic.

“it has a lot of things to do with your aunts company then, why don’t people try to connect the dots, why cant they seem to understand the fact that you have a wicked aunt who wants to destroy the company and keep it all to herself, I mean….” “I get your point Steve, its not that way, people just run to whatever tickles their ears, then haters who have always been waiting for opportunities like this will keep adding fuel to the fire, nobody believes a celebrity is as quiet as they portray, so when bad news like this comes out, they just believe it, only true fans stay put and still have your back no matter what” “I’ve got to get me some of those fans then, from what you are saying, its not a

I shouted, throwing my fist into the air. Maybe I was better at this than I thought. The assistant continued for the last question. “This one is about his official fan club. What is the official name of Zane Sterling's largest, most dedicated global fan club, and who is its president?" My brain froze completely. Fan club? Global fan club? I had no idea. I was too busy trying to survive college and raise my daughter to keep track of weird internet fan clubs. I chewed my bottom lip, staring hard at the wooden desk. Who ran all the crazy fan pages? Who was obsessed enough to create an entire club?

He just looked confused, a small, sad smile touching his lips. "Again??" he repeated. "Aubrey, I told you. My fans are intense. They’re digging up stupid things, making up stories to try and link me to some kind of scandal. It’s a common tactic to try and devalue a player’s brand. They want to find 'dirt,' and when they can't find it, they invent it. Such crazy fans." "I thought as much." She said. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. It wasn't the desperate, frantic kiss from the lounge; it was slow, possessive, and deep. He tasted like the wine and the night air, and for a moment, the archives and the warnings felt like a fever dream.

She was the one that had been there for me even before this new found fame. During lunch, lots of food was brought to my table by different students both male and female. My husband not only has fangirls, he also has fanboys and it seems ridiculous to me. I thought it was only girls that do these crazy fan stuff. Yeah, boys can be a fan to their favorite celebrities but not to go all crazy for them like girls do but in the case of my husband, I saw crazy fanboys. They were doing everything possible to get my attention. I don't know what was on their mind, did they think that if I became their friend, they would be able to get close to my husband anytime they want…. Well, I believe that was t