Fame made me lonely

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Fame made me lonely

"Julie, there's a new number one!" shouted Kayleigh to her sister.

"Who is it?" questioned Julie.

"It's Chris Riley and it's called First Time" rushed Kayleigh, eager to hear the song.

Chris Riley was in his luxury palace, watching the top ten chart on his 78 inch

plasma screen television. His agent, Mark Priestman, informed him that his single

went straight to number one in just two days. Chris was pleased. He didn't look

thrilled or excited. I didn't understand why he wasn't chuffed.

Chris Riley lived in a luxurious mansion in a desolate place in the depths of

Yorkshire. His mansion had four floors each containing at least seven rooms. The

long, lavish corridors were beautifully decorated with a light blue carpet and

portraits of him posing. There was an indoor extensive swimming pool that had gold railings. On the fourth floor there was a small private cinema that had twenty comfortable seats with large beverage holders.

The cinema had several small spotlights and the stairs were luminous green. The

mansion had everything a person could ever want, including a huge disco, which

must have been used for parties. There was a large stage with a bar next to it

but there was no one inside it. I had looked around most of the house and it was

all empty.

I eventually figured out which room was Chris's bedroom. It was very spacious

with little inside it. Chris had a double sized bed with basic furniture. To the

left of the room was a large photograph that showed Chris with a women and a

young girl, about four or five years old. They all looked very happy and free from

the popularity he had back in England. It looked to me as if they were on holiday

because they were on a seaside when the sun was setting to give a magnificent

effect on the photo.

I looked round the corner and spotted Chris walking towards his room. He silently

sat down on the bed and stared at the photograph. He looked deeply into the

woman's eyes and wondered, "Why did you leave me? Why?" He questioned with

rage. "You separated me from my own daughter!" His eyes had turned red and

tears were escaping from his eyes and landed onto his black silk shirt.

Suddenly, it had all made sense to me why his mansion was so empty of life and

happiness. He laid down gripping his hair with devastation of his separation from

the ones he loved. When they had left she had taken half of his money with her.

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