Different from the dream
Different from the dream I was a small time idol. Scouted by some small unknown agency my head full of butterflies did not even stop to consider what this decision to become one for the masses would entail. I say masses but in reality all my fans in the entire would probably have a hard time filling up even the smallest of stages. I had my big break during the very beginning when a scandal with a fan made me shoot up in infamy but this is a story that happens much later on. Dream I was walking alone in the park at night. It was an ill advised habit I had developed but one that helped me keep up with the stress of my career. One of these times I was walking around the playground, a cup of coffee in hand partaking in this risky escapism when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a man standing by the gate. Unsettled but not wholly surprised I brushed him off as just another junkie that hung around here late...