Arms Hotel: Presidential Suite, Saturday Early Afternoon
Troy "The Rocket" Bolton lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his very expensive suite. The best suite, in fact, in the entire hotel.
Staring blankly. Blankly staring.
How had no one recognised him? Here he was, back in town for Homecoming, and no one had realised that he, Troy "The Rocket" Bolton was the newest hot star of stage and screen, as well as the first man ever to make it into the American Basketball League without playing college basketball while simultaneously working on his soon-to-be-released first album, a collection of indie rock songs he'd written after his break-up with his last boyfriend. And girlfriend.
Next time, he'd have to do better at keeping them from finding out about each other. For now, though, he thought he'd lay around and brood about the fact that no one in his school realised that he's famous.
Honestly. Does no one watch TV?
Staring blankly. Blankly staring.
How had no one recognised him? Here he was, back in town for Homecoming, and no one had realised that he, Troy "The Rocket" Bolton was the newest hot star of stage and screen, as well as the first man ever to make it into the American Basketball League without playing college basketball while simultaneously working on his soon-to-be-released first album, a collection of indie rock songs he'd written after his break-up with his last boyfriend. And girlfriend.
Next time, he'd have to do better at keeping them from finding out about each other. For now, though, he thought he'd lay around and brood about the fact that no one in his school realised that he's famous.
Honestly. Does no one watch TV?