Zean, the famous ster of muziek world came back with his Zeal (his guitar) and his famous UKK band after a live performance. He sat in front of a big mirror removing his make up. His ears were active with the chatter of his mates who were busy in talking about another band. He turned back with a big a smile as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t. he saw a small boy running and then he stood up and ran behind him he ran and ran and ran until he found himself surrounded door white light and some noise in which he could hear “so u are Zean…. Haaahaaaaa look at him his….” Zean,, zean” he again came back to the world he lived in. “You are tired go sleep on bed”. He opened his eyes and found his Zeal sitting beside him and everyone looking with big big eyes with 100 vragen in them. “no problem,,,, really no problem at all” Zean tried to play cool but he was not…his voice showed uncertainty. He looked and saw small bed with white sheets and a big hoofdkussen, kussen which seemed to be soft. “ sooooooo here” he was about to jump when he looked in the mirror and drowned in memories. He was going down and down until a small boy named Ilm came. He was the one who stays with them. He was nearly 13 years old Indian boy with big black eyes and black hairs which he kept back. As against to world he preferred wearing KURTA PAIJAMA. “hey whats up? How was the performance?” Zean asked with smile on his face. “ performance…. It was really great…” Ilm stands up copying Zean…but he didn’t hold up Zeal as he knew Zean will mind that. “ oh boy u will become ster one day” Zean zei with that smile which always enlightens his face. “REALLY? Heeeeey yaaaaaaah…..:” Ilm zei with happiness. “Ilm where are you? See heres your favoriete candy… our fans sent them.. “ “ he is in profit just coz he lives with us… where is he?” “ gotta go” Ilm zei with hurry and ran. And here Zean’s smile faded and he went in the OCEAN OF MEMOIES…
( in volgende chapter I’ll reveal his past but for now how is it?)
( in volgende chapter I’ll reveal his past but for now how is it?)
I come home pagina and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My vrienden dont understand!
I come home pagina again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my hart-, hart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my vrienden lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My vrienden dont understand!
I come home pagina again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my hart-, hart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my vrienden lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?