Fame made me lonely :: Creative Writing Essays

Fame made me l anelyJulie, theres a new number one shouted Kayleigh to her sister.Who is it? questioned Julie.Its Chris Riley and its 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 butt onplasma screen television. His agent, Mark Priestman, informed him that his singlewent straight to number one in just two days. Chris was pleased. He didnt lookthrilled or excited. I didnt understand why he wasnt chuffed.Chris Riley lived in a luxurious mansion in a desolate place in the depths ofYorkshire. His mansion had quad floors each containing at least seven rooms. Thelong, lavish corridors were beautifully decorated with a light blue carpet andportraits of him posing. on that point was an indoor extensive liquified pool that had gold railings. On the fourth floor there was a small private cinema that had twenty comfortable seats with large drunkenness holders.The cinema had several small spotlights and the stairs were luminous green. Themansion had e precisething a person could ever want, including a huge disco, whichmust 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 provide and it was all empty.I eventually figured out which room was Chriss bedroom. It was very spaciouswith little inside it. Chris had a double sized bed with elementary furniture. To the left of the room was a large photograph that showed Chris with a women and ayoung girl, about four or five years old. They all looked very happy and free fromthe popularity he had back in England. It looked to me as if they were on holidaybecause they were on a seaside when the sun was setting to give a magnificenteffect on the photo.I looked round the corner and spotted Chris walking towards his room. He silentlysat down on the bed and stared at the photograph. He looked deeply into thewomans eye and wondered, Why did you leave me? Why? He questioned withrage. You separated me from my own daughter His eyes had turned red andtears 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 andhappiness. He laid down gripping his hair with devastation of his separation fromthe ones he loved. When they had left she had taken half of his money with her.