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Chapter One The life of this "pop star" had begun when a big label had approached me regarding my demo. I had been so excited... for someone to finally be interested in singing in my songs. But, these people didn't want anything to do with my songs... they wanted my voice. It was so hard for me to hear all of these praises and not do something crazy. So, without thinking, I signed on. I knew I could convince them to let me sing my own songs once I had signed the initial deal, and after that, I had planned on getting out. Selling every word I had ever written from the heart to someone else so they could sing it with the passion I felt writing it. And, in fact, it had worked. I had recorded my very first album. And secretly, I hoped it would be my last. But, I had not yet gotten out, and it did not appear as though I would be able to do anytime soon. Now, as I sat in the office of my manager, I was being told my fate for the next six months. I was being given a mission... I was in charge of babysitting five whiny, full-fledged, pretentious and raucous monsters... also known as singers... while touring with them and performing with them on a daily basis. I chose to deny this mission... yet, in reality I had no choice as my name was on a contract. I, Kerr Rodriguez, had signed away my life. Okay, I'll admit that my manager hadn't used those exact words, or anything close, for that matter. But regardless, I viewed this as hell... actually, what's worse than hell? Because to me, this was it. My manager's exact words were "touring with, while getting to know" the boyband. His plan was to turn me into an industry-savvy-rocking-singing-songwriting-diva phenom by the end of the six month tour. And to him, this meant I had to hang out with five guys who had been in the business for about a year themselves, thus making them experts(?). At least I would get to do what I love, right? I'd get to sing my songs every night, with just as much passion as I had written them. But suddenly, he threw in a catch.... one word that almost seemed to make everything worthwhile. Wardrobe. I had always loved fashion... and the way he described it seemed hard to resist. Personal stylist? I'd never had one before. Make-up artist? Wow. All of the sudden, this life didn't seem too bad. I mean, sure I'd have to spend six months with five annoying and drab guys, but it could work out all right..... or could it? Next... 
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