His anger

In the city of Los Angels,

'' Alright, this is the last song of the evening. Don't be disappointed. So let's go on with this,'' a voice shouted on the stage.

'' Noo, we don't want to leave yet,'' yelled the crowd of people who came to watch him sing.

'' Sorry, I'll make it up to you next time for sure,'' replied the man with a pleading tone. '' Want to hear me now?''.

A loud cheer came from the crowd.

'' Let's go with this,'' he yelled in the mic.

'' So, old friends let's....'' the song went on.

Thirty minutes later,

The man rests his weary body onto the couch in the green room.

Right at the moment, the doors opened.

'' Who?'' he opens his weary heavy eyelids to meet the face of his manager.

''Hugo, your fans want to meet you outside. Go and give them some autograph or they won't leave.''

Hugo closed his eyes not wanting to answer him.

'' Please go, they are waiting. Don't forget that you are popular just because of them only,'' reminded the manager.

He's a man in his late thirties with black hair and a simple face with beards.

'' I know that very much well,'' replied Hugo clicking his tongue in response.

He got up right away.

He walked out of the room along with him. They walked down the lit corridor towards the crowd of the fans who were waiting to meet him.

The manager gave him a coat to wear. Wearing it he walked towards the crowd with a plain face, devoid of any emotions.

The crowd was standing side by side of the stairs shouting and cheering for him.

Hugo wore a bright smile on his face and waved his hands towards them. '' Thanks for waiting for me,'' he replied raising his voice.

As he was going towards them they asked for his autograph which he gave anyway. He smiled at them.

Then gave his autograph happily. The crowd soon went away leaving him exhausted.

'' I know it's hard to be a popular artist. But you should interact with your fans properly,'' added his manager who was making a coffee for Hugo.

Hugo was lying on his stomach with his head buried in the pillows.

'' I'm trying my best to do it. Don't blame it on me,'' Hugo mumbled without lifting his face.

His manager sighs in response.

'' You are at the top of the billboards chart this week. Don't you realize how much popular you are? If you are conscious enough then smile more for them. It will make them feel better and they will cheer for you even more.''

He walked towards Hugo with the cup of coffee in his hand.

'' Here, have it.''

'' Put it down on the table and leave for now. I don't feel like talking with anyone.''

Hugo is too bored to even face anyone now.

'' As you like it. You have your next concert and a meeting with the press tomorrow. Go back home if you feel like it or you can stay here. I'm dropping the keys on the table. Goodnight.''

His manager left right away after saying that.

Hugo gets up and takes the coffee cup in his hands, feeling the warmth.

Hugo Lawrence, is a young man of twenty-one, with platinum blond hair, which is curly and some of the strands fall onto his face.

He's quite tall having 6'1 height and a thin but muscular body. The most remarkable feature is his neon blue eyes, underneath it, the mole.

He's one of the most famous actors and singers in Los Angel. He took out his laptop and started checking out the fan emails.

A smile appeared on his face seeing the compliments on his album which he had released on Youtube the other day.

Among this, something caught his eyes. It was a comment made by his fellow musician and artist Julian Rocks.

He commented this,'' The famous artist Hugo had lost his touch and doesn't even care about his fans who die for him and support him.''

His eyes widened and he clenched onto the laptop tightly.

It was the next day, after the concert, a press meeting was to be held. Hugo appeared with his manager wearing a black suit with a white tie which made him stand out in the crowd.

The people from the press had arrived. Hugo was sitting to answer all of their questions.

Right before the Q&A was about to start someone opened the door.

'' Surprise,'' said a voice.

It was Julian Rocks. He was wearing a brown jacket with jeans with a hat on his head.

Everyone's attention shifts to him only now.

'' What might you be doing here in the press of Hugo Lawrence?'' asked the press to Julian.

'' Uh-oh, I came here to meet Hu, I don't want to answer any questions for the time being. Please don't force me to talk,'' Julian stated early to them.

'' Hey Hugo,'' he waved towards the man sitting in the middle.

He somehow walked past the crowd to go to the man he wanted to talk with.

But in the end, they both sat down for the press meeting. Hugo and Julian sat beside each other. Hugo had a plastered smile on his face which he was having a very much hard time maintaining.

Julian on the other hand was answering all the questions asked to Hugo with a silly expression on his face.

Hugo's manager could hardly stop the other from doing that. Hugo felt like getting up and walking away from there.

'' Mr.Hugo, what songs are you planning to write for your next album? Everyone wants to know.''

He was feeling relieved to be given the baton after so long. Hugo cleared his throat about to speak up.

But just when he opens his mouth to say something Julian gave a smile back to him. Hugo recalled the comment last night he made.

'' Mr.Lawrence? What kind of songs do you wanna write for your next album? Please let us know.''

Hugo's attention is shifted now.

'' Well...I haven't thought about it yet. But most probably, well, um....it will be something that I haven't written about or something.''

'' Don't wanna spill your secrets so easily do you, Hu? Let him keep his secrets about his new song. Let's move on,'' added Julian.

Hugo found it strange why would he cover for him.

After the press meeting was over, Julian told Hugo to take him to his room to talk with him.

Julian sat on the couch, across Hugo who was standing near the window with a cup of green tea in his hands.

'' So,'' Hugo cleared his throat. '' Why did you come here out of nowhere even after knowing the fact that I don't like you?''.

'' You even interrupted my press conference why?''.

Julian took a sip of the coffee in his hands, then replied while staring at the back of Hugo,'' You were having a hard time answering. So I answered in your place, simple.''

'' Then what was that comment that you made on my page?'' Hugo yelled.

A grin curled at the corner of Julian's lips.

'' About that not caring about your fans and about that you have lost your touch? But isn't that true? What are you feeling angry about it then?''.

Hugo threw the cup onto the ground, it shattered down with a sound.

His eyes became red out of anger.

Julian got up from his seat right away.

'' Are you playing with me?'' yelled Hugo.

'' Why are you so angry? There's no reason to be angry. Isn't it true that you are not making good songs just like you used to do before right?'' Julian asked placing his hand on the shoulder of Hugo.

Hugo slapped it right away.

'' Who told you that I have lost my touch and I can't make any good songs just like before? Who told you that?'' he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the whole room.

'' But I am telling the truth, right? I had seen your performance. It was half-hearted. You aren't giving it your all nowadays are you?''.

'' Your soul is not in your place. Where are you living these days? In the dream world? Why is the audience paying for your half-ass performance? At least I wouldn't pay for such a show.''

'' You,'' Hugo grabbed onto his collar, gritting his teeth in anger.

'' I haven't lost my touch. You are doing this out of jealousy. Go away from here. If you dare to say that again, I'll break your teeth right now,'' he snarled out of anger.

Julian stayed silent. He glanced over Hugo's hands which held his collar. He removed his hands from the collar.

'' Yelling at me is not gonna help you. Don't think about doing it. Instead of that, think about what you are gonna do to maintain your position as an artist cause I am gonna take the top spot of the billboards from you soon.''

'' I came to give you a challenge that's all.'' Julian backed away.

'' Let's have a chat again somewhere. Bye.''

Before Hugo could do or say something Julian left the room. Hugo falls onto the couch with a thump.

Hopelessness and despair surrounded him. His eyes traveled to the glass pieces which were scattered here and there.

He threw all the things that were on the table right away out of frustration.

'' How could he say all of those things to me? How could he?'' he yelled, acting like a madman.

'' Why's anyone getting the chance to ridicule me like that when I am perfect?''.

His hands ruffled through his hair, closing his eyes he tried to calm down his mind.

Even though the windows inside the room were made of glass which could prevent the noise from going outside the room, still it managed to go past reaching up to the ears of his manager who was on the way to his room.