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pastries that caressed his taste buds. Breaking his trance, however,

was someone, relatively forcefully, tapping his arm. After five photos

taken and the same number of autographs given, he left with a

stained magazine, half-eaten croissant and cold coffee.

More aggravated than before, he crossed the road and walked

into a nearby park where he sat on a wooden bench by the pond.

Looking across the water, the ducks quarreled while the delicate

autumn leaves rained around them with each gust of wind. Opening

his magazine, Nolan was mortified to see a picture of himself, just as

he did every day, walk onto his balcony, stretch and look to the cars

below, all, of course, without his shirt on. Fame brought him a world

where privacy meant nothing and his every move was open to

criticism. Overwhelmed with anger, he shouted and threw the

magazine into the pond. When he heard the single click of a camera,

he instantly regretted his actions. Storming back onto the main

street and towards his hotel, he was swamped by a mob of paparazzi,

one grabbing him to a halt. Without thinking, his arm swung around

and landed right on the man’s cheekbone. The crowd was silenced

by a loud ‘crack’ and the pavement was painted red. He looked down

with tears in his eyes at his blood-stained knuckles. Fame was

consuming everything that made him himself, changing him into

someone he couldn’t control.

Months passed and the date of the court hearing arrived. Legs

trembling and palms saturated, he listened to the testimonies of the

witnesses, each one stabbing him with guilt. After the confirmation

of the gavel, he felt the sting of the metal cuffs around his wrists. As

he glimpsed the man’s bandaged face and icy glare, he looked to his

feet. However, meeting the hopeful eyes of his loyal fans, his face

lifted; three months alone to reflect, regroup and not let these people

down again. Feeling the warmth of his mother’s arms wrapped

around his shoulders, he turned towards the packed corridor.

‘Sorry mum,’ he muttered.

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