The Rockstar

If not now, when?

"Besides all that, what would you say to her now?"

"Now?" He questions as the therapist jots down notes.

"If she was right here, right in front of you what would you say?" He asks again.

He closes his eyes and visualizes her, the last day they saw each other. He remembered it perfectly and he hated that. He remembered how her hair smelled, the clothing she wore, and worst of all her sad facial expressions when she found out the truth. He began to visualize her with that fake smile she put on when she told him to take care of himself.

"I would say.."He began to speak only to get cut off by beeping.

"Looks like that's all the time we have for today. I want you to think clearly next time. Think about what you would say, this is the only way you'll be able to move on. I'll see you on Thursday." The therapist shakes his hand and dismisses him.

"How'd it go, Mr.Uchiha?" His assistant asked as he handed her his jacket.

"Same as always." He sighed as they walked to meet up with his bodyguards.

"Ready?" One of them asked.

"Let's get this over with." He agreed as they walked towards the entrance where there were already a crowd of fans and paparazzi.

"Sasuke! I love you!"

"Sasuke, why are you in therapy?! Did something tragic happen in your childhood?!"

"Sasuke! Sign my forehead!!"

What?!

"Sasuke! Sasuke!"

His name was repeated over and over again along with paparazzi bombarding him with questions about his personal life.

He made it into his car where his manager was waiting patiently.

"We really need to pick a better therapist." Sasuke's manager said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I like this one, he keeps up." He suggests.

"Well too bad you won't see him again because we're going on tour to America."

"What?! Wait no, that's-." He get cut off.

"Don't worry, I've already spoke with your "girlfriend" too she's agreed to come along!"

Sasuke's face filled with dread. It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was that he hated her. Around paparazzi she was a total kind and caring person but when they were alone she was a total bitch. She would constantly complain and would always want Sasuke to take her shopping.

"Do we have to bring her along?" He insisted at that being a huge mistake.

"Like it or not, it's good for publicity. What are people going to think of a boyfriend leaving his girlfriend alone in Japan?" His manager insisted.

"Fine but I'm telling you now I'm gonna hate every minute of it." Sasuke sighed as they arrived to his house to pick up his suitcases.

"Wait, we're going now?"Sasuke asked as his bodyguards placed his belongings in the trunk.

"Yes, what?! Do you think America is gonna wait for you!" His manager gave the driver instructions to the airport while pulling Sasuke in with him.

They met up with his girlfriend who was already beginning to complain of their tardiness.

"Yuko, darling I'm sorry for our tardiness." His manager placed his hands together.

"Yeah, whatever. Sasuke! Glad to know you're finally here!" She hung onto his arm as paparazzi began to form around them.