Life of A Rockstar

"Roushan! Roushan! Roushan! Roushan! Roushan!"

Crowd roared chanting.

"I am not going out there."

"But sir! People are waiting for you. The show is housefull and supporting some VVIP's.

We can't cancel it like this."

"I don't care. This is my show and I don't want to do it right now.

Infact, I am going home."

Roushan stood up and walked out the green room with his staff and manager still looking at him, confused, scared and troubled.

They all love him. Hell infact almost everyone love him.

But what makes them different from others is that they don't pity the rockstar.

Because that's the thing he hates most.

Now, he has left them all to deal with over active crowd which is soon going to turn very angry and all the officials of the show.

Roushan got in his car and left the concert hall, quietly. Trying not to be noticed by papparazi or media.

He even left his bodyguards.

Roushan fished his phone out and dialled the most called number on his log.

"Hello! Daniel!"

"Yeah bud. No, I left."

"I'll tell you later."

"O.k. now listen...

I said I'll tell you later. Now listen carefully."

"Yeah! I want you to book a ticket right now."

"California and you are coming with me."

"I'll tell you the reason later. First of all do this and bring your and sammy *** down to my house with all your luggage."

"Yeah... Yeah bye."

Setting the phone down on the dashboard ending the call.

He went over the decision he had taken in few seconds.

There are doubts but the need of moment is this.

He need to escape. From all this. From everyone.

He can't go with this anymore.

Roushan suddenly felt too tired.

Too tired to even drive.

Cornering the car on now somewhat barren highway.

He came out of the car walking to the ridge of road.

A gust of wind ruffled his expensively styled hair.

Looking down at the vast river and city lights in distance.

This is not how he wanted things to be.

Nope, not at all.

It wasn't how he planned everything.

Everything was so perfect. In the plan. In the reality.

Everything was how he dreamt of.

So, when did all this changed? When did his most beautiful dream became a nightmare for him.

Overlooking at the bright city lights he exactly remebered how few years ago he would look at them with so much hope, expectations and dreams.

Like all those lights were coming from treasure chests waiting for him to come and open them.

And how over the years he developed a love hate relationship with not only the city and lights but everything in it.

Roushan imagined that how anyone else at his place would either have a smoke or a drink to calm thier nerves down.

Even his father, brother,cousin or Uncle and friends. All of them either smoke or drink.

But not Roushan. For him the soft cold wind is the drug. The sound of flowing water is the intoxication that he needs.

As he is the person who believes in 'prevention is better than cure.'

So, when did all changed?

A sigh escaped him.

At one time, he used to love this place. He used to love Asia.

But now that liking has dimmed a lot. And it's not only Japan.

Roushan has visited to almost every big nation of Asia from China, India, Russia to Dubai, Iran, Singapore and Korea.

At every place they all pitied him. Have sympathy with him.

They look at him like he needs help.

But he doesn't. He doesn't wants anyone pity or sympathy .

He is fine by himself.

Now is the time to escape. Because not anymore. He can't tolerate it anymore.

He had made more than enough fortune in six years to last him life long.

His phone rang on the dashboard atracting his attention from the vibrations.

Walking back to his car he opened the car and retrieved his phone out.

He walked back to his place sliding the green icon.

"Hello!"

"Oh! Good."

"O.k. I'll be on my way."

"No, just taking fresh air."

"O.k. give it to him."

"Hey! Sammy. Sorry! Uncle woke you up.

But guess what?"

"We are going to California."

Roushan had to remove the phone from his ear a bit smiling to not to get deaf from the loud squeal.

Only Sammy is the one that can brought smile on his face even in these conditions.

"Uh.! Yeah. He is. Okay, I'll see you later"

Hanging up he stuffed it back into his shiny black leather pants.

With a big breathe of cold wind Roushan walked back to his car.

Settling inside he brought the engine to life.

Roushan always loved driving on highways especially on silent nights like this.

He feels freedom and powerful.

He always wanted this power and freedom. To be treated special. To be given special liabilities.

To be a rockstar. A superstar.

But it is now he is realising that for everything there comes a price.

Nothing is free. If you want something then you have to pay for that thing in the same amount.

There is a price of popularity.

And now Roushan wants nothing but to go back to his once normal life. A life he hated but now desire from his every core.

Guess, popularity wasn't his thing. At least not after all this.

10 minutes more and he'll be in the safety of his home.

Or one should say prison.

He can't open his blinds. He can't openly talk to his neighbours. He can't even change in the room if not for his bathroom.

He every month had to done a routine checkup to see that if by anymeans media has successfully installed a camera inside his house.

Life could never get anymore troubling. This was not he bargained for.

Reaching the gates of his building he pulled inside as a watchman registered his incoming in the computerized database.

"Mr. Daniel is waiting for you Sir." Roushan noded.

"Good Night Sir.!"

"Good Night Rantaro."

Roushan came out and gave the car keys to the fine young man to park.

Roushan always wondered why Rantaro didn't go for modelling or acting.

He sure have good looks.

But everytime Roushan said this Rantaro either blushed or changed the topic.

Giving the keys Roushan walked inside of 75 level building. And quiet occasionally his apt. is on the 74 one. After which comes the terrace.

Greeting the receptionist with a softsmile he walked to the elevator.

Presing the button. The door opened and getting inside he pressed the button for 74 floor.

With a soft click the door closed in front of him breaking the stare of receptionist.

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