Andrew would have never thought that a rockstar's life could be so hard. He had started writing songs as a teenager, as a way to let his feelings out, to get rid of all those dark things nested inside his chest. He only shared his songs with his friends, at first, but they convinced him to play in other places. He started being successful with the girls, and he even made some money out of it. However, he stayed grounded and decided to go to college.
College had been a revelation. He was better at music than he had thought. He also met Jennifer there. She approached him on the campus as he was writing songs under a tree. She sat next to him silently, until Andrew put his guitar aside. They had been inseparable since. Jennifer was there when the agent discovered him, she was also there when he signed his first contract and recorded his first album.
Andrew tried to keep his private life apart from his music career. He didn't want anyone hurting the people he loved. However, the media found out about Jennifer, and their life together became a nightmare. Everywhere the would go, there were dozens of paparazzi waiting for them, some had even been chasing Jennifer around. What had been a peaceful relationship became a constant hide-and-seek game. They would change reservations at the very last minute, drive two different cars every month, but the media always found them.
One night Jennifer rushed into the apartment they shared. She was fuming.
-One day, I will run over one of these scavengers and no tribunal will ever be able to find me guilty!- she said after slamming the door.- Do you know what one of them did today?
Andrew got out from behind the kitchen counter, wiping his hands on a cloth. The whole loft smelt of lasagna, Andrew's speciality due his Italian upbringing.
-What?- he asked knowing he wouldn't like the answer.
-He got inside the office. I still don't know how no one stopped him. The fact is that he walked up straight to Harry's office. You should have seen how mad Harry was. He assured me it was not my fault, but I know that, deep down, he knows he wouldn't have so many problems if I weren't working there.
She sank on a sofa, facing the big windows overlooking the park. Andrew went back to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine for each of them. He, then, took a couple of coasters and put the glasses down the table. Jennifer was now lying on the couch. He sat next to her head and she lifted her head and leaned it on his legs, using him as a pillow, still staring at the world outside the window.
He spoke softly while stroking her hair.
-Maybe we should admit that we're never going to be a normal family. It would be better for you to leave me and lead a happy life away from all this.- he was defeated.
She incorporated abruptly.
-No, I won't leave you! But I had an idea. They want gossip? Let them have it.
She explained her plan to Andrew, who first stared unbelieving to her, but ended up finding sense to all of it. During the following weeks they would allow the paparazzi to take pictures of the two of them together, kissing, cuddling, being in love. One day, however, Jennifer stormed out of the apartment in the middle of the night, for the delight of a very sleepy paparazzo. She then moved to a block of flats that happened to be behind Andrew's recording studio. The buildings had a secret door that connected one with the other, not drawn in any of the blueprints. This allowed Andrew, who used to work at strange times, to lead a double life, a peaceful one with Jennifer, and a fake one where he would supposedly date a different stunning woman each week.
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