Page 1 of The Price of Fame

Prolouge

PROLOUGE “Where on earth are you?”

Markus debated about whether to tell his manager where he was. Looking around the house he rented, he stared out the window to see bush and the Australian sun-coated ocean. He wondered where his week had gone. So far he’d enjoyed pure bliss at his current secret location, no paparazzi, no fake people, no crazy fans, and no agent, manager, or posse.

“Nowhere you need to know. I need a couple of months, Gaelan. The album was released a year ago. Since then, I’ve toured and promoted the hell out of it. Give me some time away from everything.”

He heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. “This is Helena’s fault.”

“No, it has nothing to do with her. We broke up months ago.” Groaning, he ran his fingers through his hair. “Look, give me two months. I’ll be back bigger and better than before.”

“Fine. Markus, I’m giving you two months before I come and find you. Got it?”

“Got it.” He hung up feeling lighter than he had in months and ready to continue his relaxing holiday, put up his feet, do some song writing, and explore the sights. Staring out at the Australian beach, he grabbed his running shoes and headed out for his morning run.

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