Your Biggest Fan (RoyPherae & SapphireD910, Private, 18+)

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Name: Sammy King (Sam or Samuel in private)

Age: 22

Hair: Blonde with brown dyed tips, short wavy

Skin: Pale

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 188 lbs

 

Singer, song writer, and aspiring actor. Former band member turned solo sensation. He's known as a pop idol, but personally doesn't relate to the direction the label has formed for him and often gets criticized as shallow for his celebrity status despite his talents for writing, dancing and musical instruments. He hopes to change this and earn greater respect taking over his career and branding. Even worse, he's been forced to suppress the truth about his sexuality to appease the media's image and his majority young female fans.

 

 

Sammy's car arrived at the stadium around 2pm, pulling through the staff entrance. Through the window he could see the fans lined up for blocks, despite a few hours before the doors would open to seat anyone for the show tonight. They had probably been there for hours already. Probably thought Sammy was already inside, not pulling up in some inconspicuous sedan with tinted windows. Some might find this level of dedication extreme or ridiculous. Sammy felt a mix of love and flattery but also some disappointment at the fact that so much of what he wanted to do and parts he wanted to share with the fans was denied. So would they be this way if they knew all of him?

 

In a loading area in the underground parking, he was lead from the car cloaked in heavy clothing, a wig and sunglasses to disguise his distinguishing features. Only after being ushered inside and straight to a door with a rotating nameplate, currently showing his name in all caps, were the layers able to come off. This was the largest dressingroom yet; a couple of sofas, small kitchen and bar, a full bathroom and an area for hair, wardrobe and makeup prior to the show.

 

Despite doing this since he was 16, the youngest member of one of the hugest boy-bands of the last decade, he still felt butterflies when he entered a new venue, no matter the size. He felt all the nervous energy building up, even though the opening act still had a couple of hours before hitting the stage. In addition he was told he had to accept a few fans with backstage passes for a short meeting with autographs and photos. He never got real time with them and they were usually screaming or crying, barely able to share a single thought.

 

For that matter, even if he couldn't really do anything, he wished at least once to have a meeting with a male fan. A cute one would be even better. The label knew the truth, but it didn't matter, the media would tear him apart. Even if they didn't attack him, they'd never leave him alone after coming out, not at his level of fame. But the label convinced him when he was much younger that he'd be regected and lose everything by coming out.

 

With a sigh he looked up at the clock; quarter to three. Warmup was five, meaning hair and makep would be close to four. Before they arrived he wanted to wash up. This place gave him a full shower, which he always loved, versus having to wait for the hotel. Locking the door and turning on the water, he stripped out of his clothes, stepping in once the water was warm enough. He had a few minutes alone, to relax, and think about whatever he wanted before the hot lights and mass of eyes were both burning through him.

 

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Name: Sammy King (Sam or Samuel in private)

Age: 22

Hair: Blonde with brown dyed tips, short wavy

Skin: Pale

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 188 lbs

 

Singer, song writer, and aspiring actor. Former band member turned solo sensation. He's known as a pop idol, but personally doesn't relate to the direction the label has formed for him and often gets criticized as shallow for his celebrity status despite his talents for writing, dancing and musical instruments. He hopes to change this and earn greater respect taking over his career and branding. Even worse, he's been forced to suppress the truth about his sexuality to appease the media's image and his majority young female fans.

 

 

Sammy's car arrived at the stadium around 2pm, pulling through the staff entrance. Through the window he could see the fans lined up for blocks, despite a few hours before the doors would open to seat anyone for the show tonight. They had probably been there for hours already. Probably thought Sammy was already inside, not pulling up in some inconspicuous sedan with tinted windows. Some might find this level of dedication extreme or ridiculous. Sammy felt a mix of love and flattery but also some disappointment at the fact that so much of what he wanted to do and parts he wanted to share with the fans was denied. So would they be this way if they knew all of him?

 

In a loading area in the underground parking, he was lead from the car cloaked in heavy clothing, a wig and sunglasses to disguise his distinguishing features. Only after being ushered inside and straight to a door with a rotating nameplate, currently showing his name in all caps, were the layers able to come off. This was the largest dressingroom yet; a couple of sofas, small kitchen and bar, a full bathroom and an area for hair, wardrobe and makeup prior to the show.

 

Despite doing this since he was 16, the youngest member of one of the hugest boy-bands of the last decade, he still felt butterflies when he entered a new venue, no matter the size. He felt all the nervous energy building up, even though the opening act still had a couple of hours before hitting the stage. In addition he was told he had to accept a few fans with backstage passes for a short meeting with autographs and photos. He never got real time with them and they were usually screaming or crying, barely able to share a single thought.

 

For that matter, even if he couldn't really do anything, he wished at least once to have a meeting with a male fan. A cute one would be even better. The label knew the truth, but it didn't matter, the media would tear him apart. Even if they didn't attack him, they'd never leave him alone after coming out, not at his level of fame. But the label convinced him when he was much younger that he'd be regected and lose everything by coming out.

 

With a sigh he looked up at the clock; quarter to three. Warmup was five, meaning hair and makep would be close to four. Before they arrived he wanted to wash up. This place gave him a full shower, which he always loved, versus having to wait for the hotel. Locking the door and turning on the water, he stripped out of his clothes, stepping in once the water was warm enough. He had a few minutes alone, to relax, and think about whatever he wanted before the hot lights and mass of eyes were both burning through him.

 

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Name: Kuro.

Age: 18.5

Hair: Light Red.

Skin: Pale.

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 167lbs.

 

High school student, Amateur guitar player, came from a poor family his parents doesn't have the founds to pay for developing his talent, works hard at school and on side works.

 

 

 

It took for him ages to collect and save the money form his side job after school and without asking for his mother's help nor his father who is only thinking that his son shall continue his footsteps by joining the military academy. It took him almost a year to save for his favorite idol's performance. The young teenager bought the ticket just a few days in advance to have a good spot, the young one have a dream that one day he will become an idol just like him, but he wasn't very good at singing nor at playing a guitar. As the day came he was so exited that he even went out early from school to get to stadium om time. It took him an hour or so from his home to get to the place with the bus, the place was so crowded with so many people.

 

The place was overcrowded with so many people, it was Kuro's first time that he attends in person he was so exited and couldn't wait for concert to begin.

 

 

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Sammy's shower was interrupted with a knock on the door. His manager wanted him out early it seemed and had directed his stylists to prep him early. He dried off and got dressed in his sweats. He was used to a bit of prep time, despite it mostly being dabs on concealer, fluffing of his hair and a spray to hold, they seemed to work so hard to minor results.

 

He dressed in his clothes for the first set, and went over some changes to the routine with the backup dancers and musicians. Looking at the audience monitor, he was taken aback by the mass of people, all there for him. Did anyone feel like him? Love it and fear it just the same?

 

The opening act did great, unfortunately having to catch shouts from more impatient fans. One of the girls had even been rumored to have started up with him, getting the group a little grief. The label loved it, but he hated the lie and the ways some "fans" lashed out at this girl for no reason. She probably felt wronged being hated for being friendly with a guy that didn't even have an interest in her, though the way things went they'd likely be pushed together for the cameras.

 

When Sammy hit the stage adrenaline hit an all time high. Energy seemed to come from nowhere and he aimed to please, even in the crowd of those that were already at his feet. He saw a few cute guys, rare, but not unheard of. Normally they were boyfriends, some girls had family members with them. Sometimes he'd perform to the girls just to get a closer look at their dates. But this big performance seemed to bring out a number of guys actually into him. Interesting.

 

After his final call, a slow number, accustic guitar in hands, he took a deep bow and promised, "I'll be your fan as much as you all are mine. I love you! Goodnight."

 

Jogging off the stage, he rembered one last thing; a short and structured meeting with some fans. His stylists immediately started wiping him down, creating a lie that he wasn't sweaty, tired, and overheated.

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