"Me, myself, and I are like my three favorite amigos—I wanna feel handsome, I wanna feel pretty. If you want me to dance, you can take me to the city. I like taking chances and I like taking pities. So many rounds tonight, I'm thinking cuatro maybe cinco."

After I finished singing the song, I get to the backstage and grab something that gets me high, to forget- I just wanna shut it off.

"Gosh, these 'fans' annoy the heck outta me. This Business: 'do this, say this, wear that'. The constant paparazzo! ARGH!! No wonder why my brother-"

I stop to take a crumbled picture out of my pockets. Me and my elder brother. Kee-ho. I try my best not to tear up and curse the world. If only he didn't- goddamn it!

"Why you left me here, huh?! Why didn't you tell me, why couldn't you just come to me?!!" I stare at the picture angrily. At least anger and agony are better than misery, I s'pose. The more I look at the picture, the more suffocating it feels being in here.

"I'm off. Need some air. Don't worry guys, I'll be back before our next gig." I head out, wanting to forget the pain, the stress, everyone. I hate this world. I hate this business. Yet, I don't hate my bandmates, though I bet they'll hate my lousy a$$.