In hindsight, things seemed so much simpler back when he’d been working part time, living in a little apartment in the city with his best friend and getting by on almost nothing. Shit, they’d had fun.
The sound of the cash register ringing at the convenience store where he had worked, the cheerful banter of the women who came in shopping for little necessities, the beautiful brown eyes of his first girlfriend in high school – he missed them all.
Now, he had everything. He had his name in lights. He had million-dollar deals for shows all over the world. He was invited to the biggest parties filled with actors, singers, and sports stars – anyone he could possibly ever want to meet.
But it was funny how all he could remember were those sweet afternoons filled with nothing (they didn’t have enough money to do much beyond the necessary) and joking with his friends, winking at the girls walking by, catching a story of the neighborhood drama from one of the grandmothers.
Nowadays, he could barely go outside without the paparazzi catching him. He couldn’t date, or it would be a scandal. His managers had made sure to let him know that his ‘net worth’ would suffer if he was no longer a bachelor. Nights were spent either working on the next project to be released, or sitting alone in a rather large apartment and reading.
Now, every time he closed his eyes, all he could see were all the people he’d had to leave behind.
Being a billionaire, being famous… wasn’t all it was cut out to be.
With a shrug, he shook his head, bringing himself out of the reverie. Flipping through the latest issue of Forbes, he smiled wryly at the cover story. They definitely hadn’t gotten his good side.
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This was inspired by the song “Billionaire” by Travie McCoy. The link to the left is the clean version, while the embedded video below is the regular version. Thank you!
