Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 50

"Just heard @CastielNovak was originally just gonna be a songwriter. I'd say we lucked out with new Castiel."

Aww, that's sweet. He quotes it with a few hearts.

"@CastielNovak should get off Twitter and learn to sing instead."

Castiel ignores it and moves on.

"For @CastielNovak's birthday in a few weeks, can we get #NoMoreCastiel trending higher than a happy birthday?"

He sighs and scrolls past.

"Proof that @CastielNovak doesn't write his own songs:"

Interested, he taps the first of four pictures with what he's assuming is a detailed explanation of why he can't be the one to write them.

"Everyone loves Castiel Novak because he writes his own songs, but a.) they suck and b.) he doesn't even write them. His label picked him up just after losing their most successful singer. It's common knowledge that she didn't write her own songs, so they obviously have someone on board who also writes music with male pronouns. They picked him up right after because they needed someone to keep them alive, and he had the looks, with the black self hair and the freaky but awesome blue eyes, and they thought that would hold them over until they found some actual talent. That also explains what's up with the girl he kidnapped. He only pretends to be gay so the songs fit him, but in reality, he's as straight as a ruler. That's why his older brother is always talking about how he's gay. Overcompensation. Coupled with the fact that he's literally never had a boyfriend and he makes way too many jokes about Harry Styles, who's always considered the hottest person ever even though he's well past his prime, and I think that's proof enough that his whole career is a fraud."

Before he can stop himself, he goes to the replies and types, "That's not proof, dipshit. You need a lot more than that to call it proof, like for it to be true. How about you get a life and back off mine?"

And moving on, hopefully to happier things...

"Something tells me @CastielNovak is really a spoiled brat who just pretends to be nice for the media."

Castiel debates replying, "Let me guess: the same something told you Trump was gonna Make America Great Again?" because his anti-Trump status is well known and they'd obviously get the point, but he stops himself and moves on.

"I haven't seen a celebrity get as much hate as @CastielNovak since @realDonaldTrump. Really saying something there."

Great. Now he's Donald Trump. How lucky is he?

"Fuck, Marry, Kill: @CastielNovak, @realDonaldTrump, @JustinBieber."

Castiel decides to look at the comments, because there's no way he's worse than Trump, right?

"Can I kill them all?"

"If I kill Cass and DT, can I fuck and marry JB?"

"But I hate them all?"

Castiel sighs. Great. He should just stop using Twitter altogether, because this is essentially all he sees on here now.

As if on cue, his phone rings. Jim Michaels. Well, this better be good.

He answers the call with his typical, "This is Castiel."

"Hey, listen, change of plans," Jim's voice comes through the phone.

"Hi, how are you? Oh, I'm great, thanks for asking," Castiel says sarcastically.

"You have your fans to stroke your ego. I shouldn't have to deal with the small talk, too," he replies. "Listen, so I was talking with someone from the People Magazine, and they want a photoshoot with you."