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Submitted:Aug 4, 2012    Reads: 37    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Life as a pop star is not as easy as you would imagine. Fan girls following your every move, people twisitng your words and actions, and people using you for your fame and fortune to boost themselves. Welcome to my world. I am Dylan O'Dell and I am America's hottest teen pop star. I make the cover of tons of magazines, reporters always want to interviewing me, and people blowing up my assistant's phone. I hardly have the time to breath, let alone have time to spend time with my girlfriend, Britney Taylor. But I try my best to spend as much time with her as possible. It is hard sometimes because it seems like we live on two different planets. She lives on Venus and I live on Saturn.

"Dylan, do you really have to leave to go on tour? You just got back and you are already leaving me?" Britney complains.

"I know, Britteyboo. But I can pull out of my tour now. It wouldn't be fair to my fans." I say.

She just sighs. "I know it wouldn't."

"If I had the chance to bring you on tour with me I would. But my bus doesn't have enough room."

I could see it in her eyes that she was terribly upset. "I love you. I hope you realize that. That is why I want to keep you here with me. I am not trying to hold you back from your job and dream."

"I know. If I were in your place I would want to keep you with me but at the same time not keep you away from everything because of my selfish reasons." I grab her by the waist and twist her around. "I love you too, Britteyboo!"

"You should probably go. You probably have to wake up early in the morning to get on your flight." she says.

I look down at my cell phone and I notice that it is nine forty-five. "Oh crap! Your right." I kiss her really quick on the lips and run out the door. As I am running I turn around and yell "See you later, Britteyboo!"

***

I had to wake up before the sun. I had to get on my private jet to start my tour in London. Even though I am still tired, I could not stop thinking about Britney. She was so stunning. The way her red locks glow when it is in the sun. The way her green eyes shimmer. The way she can just turn my day from negitive to positive. I wish there was something I could do to be with her. But right now I need some more sleep.

A few hours after sleeping I wake up. When I was dreaming it hit me. I run and grab my not book and a pen. I start writing a new song based off my love for my Britney.

Oh I'm so in love

I want to release some doves

Baby can't you see

That you belong with me

I would fly across the sea

If it means you could be with me

You've got my heart

You're a piece of art

A dancing flame

I don't mind sharing my fame

Girl you and me are something special

Your beauty reminds me of a seashell

Can you feel my heart beat

You bring the heat

You make me beam

You should know what I mean

You've got my heart

You're a piece of art

A dancing flame

I don't mind sharing my fame

Girl you and me are something special

Your beauty reminds me of a seashell

Dance with me

Be that you all can be

Dance with me

Be that you all can be

You've got my heart

You're a piece of art

A dancing flame

I don't mind sharing fame

Girl you and me are something special

Your beauty reminds me of a seashell

That song did not even take up twenty minutes of my time. I turn to my assistant and producer "Can we cancel a few dates on my tour so I could do a music video?"

They give me a look as if they have seen a ghost. "Well, uh, how long do you want to do this for?" my producer asks.

"A month. And I know who I want to star as my video vixen. I want my girlfriend to star in the music video with me."

"Alright. We will work on that. Right now can we focus on London?"

"Sure. One more thing, I want Britney to come on tour with me. I know you say we don't have room but I will pay for a whole new bus just for Britney and I. You can't keep me from love. It is either do this or you can kiss me goodbye. Your choice. Take it or leave it."

***

After my concert in London, I landed in my hometown. Billings, Montana. I rush over to my girlfriend's house. I pound on her door. "Britteyboo! Open up!" I say in a yelling voice.

"Dylan?" she says. She is very suprised that I am back in Montana. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Paris right now?"

"What is the point in going to the city of love without my love?" I ask her.

I did not even let her respond. I pick her and plant a huge kiss on her plump and juicy lips. "Also, guess what? I got you a deal to be in my next music video and you get to come on tour with me. I told them that if they would not let you come on tour I was going to walk away."

She is in complete shock. Surprise after surprise. "Awe, Dylan. You shouldn't have."

"We need to go now. We are doing the shoot in four hours. We need you get into some more fancy clothes, get your hair done, and get your makeup done. I want you to look completely stunning during the video. Then I can tell everyone 'Yeah, that is my girl.'"

***

My Britteyboo gets to go on tour with me. She stop and relax and just hang out. I try and balance my life between being a star and being a normal teenager. I may not be perfect but I will do anything to be with my one true thing. No matter what. Love always out beats money.





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