Broken Strings

Chapter One

The streets were full of people on their early commute. I had gone out this morning to stretch my legs. But I couldn't leave without my essentials. Phone, Money, over sized sunglasses, cap and body guard. My sunglasses were so big that they practically covered enough of my face doing most of the job. The baseball cap was just extra precautions.

I push my hands deeper into my pockets as I force my way through the crowds. It was funny. I could go from crowds swarming me to being lost in them in a second. All I have to do is take this infernal cap off, caps were the worst about this. My hair always gets caught in the Velcro.

Not that I enjoy having a body guard trailing after me everywhere I go. I turn a corner and some one slams into my shoulder sending me flying back into Greg. I'm quite small and have no balance so knocking me over isn't that hard but this girl was strong.

"Hey watch it!" The girl who clearly slammed me shouts. My sunglasses fall off my nose and I grab them quickly but it's too late. Her mouth drops open wide and her hands are flailing around. The general reaction. Greg grabs my arm and hauls me through the crowd. I can see a gap in between all the bodies and think that we might just escape before the girl can catch her breath. But I'm wrong.

"Esther Hills!" She screams and all the eyes turn on me. It's not that hard to realize that I'm the person she's referring to. Who else has a 6 foot man dragging them around the place?

Screams sound all around me and I can feel random hands grabbing me. My hand goes to my face as I try to keep the sunglasses on but then I realize, who cares they've already figured it out.

I take the sun glasses off and louder shouts fill my ears. As if they didn't believe it was me before they saw me properly. I plaster on my usual smile and shrug Greg off. He knows that I just want him to call our car, and that's exactly what he does. Multiple pieces of paper are pushed towards me. I take them and the multicolored pens doing my signature.

"Oh my God you're actually her."

"You changed my life."

"I love your bracelets."

"What does Hayden even see in you anyway?"

"Your not even that pretty."

"You've got no talent."

In this career you get lots of abuse. That doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt as much. It just means you learn to smile and nod. Greg comes back and drags me away from them. I look as apologetic as I can. Don't get me wrong I love our fans I truly do. Today is just not my day.

I spot the black car up ahead and pick up the pace. Greg opens my door. I turn around to give my fans one last wave then slip into the car. I sigh with relief and slip off the cap. Tugging strands of hair from the Velcro. The car has it's familiar smell of coffee and donuts. What our diet basically consists of.

The leather seats are as comfortable as ever. Greg get's into the passenger seat and nods at our driver. The driver nods back and takes off without a word.

Greg looks back at me and makes a funny face. Our driver never talks. Well Hayden says he does but I think he's just saying that to wind me up.

"So again why couldn't you just walk around the house?" Greg asks me looking in the rear view mirror. Greg has known my family for years. My Dad got him his first job as a body guard. The minute there was an opening to be mine he swooped in. He acts like an older brother to me.

As cheesy as I sound it's the truth.

"We are going on tour in four days. I wanted to walk around town for the last time since we'll be rehearsing and packing." I answer spinning my cap on my finger. I pucker my lips and look out the window.