Chapter 1: PROMISES
Cover: MissHighDoom

Taylor's P.O.V

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Four Years Later...

"Excellent performance, Blake!"

"You were amazing!"

"Blake Levi, you are perfection!"

"Isn't she?" added my agent, Krista Cook, as if it was the most obvious answer of all. "Of course she is!"

"Please. Anyone could of done so much better," I shrug all the comments I've been hearing since we began.

We were currently somewhere in England to shoot a movie. I have been here for approximately 6 months. I. Am. So. Tired. I mean wouldn't you be tired if you were practically forced to wake up early and stay out late.

Yes. The answer to that question is a definite yes.

Thank god this was the last shot! If it weren't for my millions of fans, I probably would've been in Mulan for fashion week or in Spain for that famous festival event. If it weren't for them, I probably would have been a-no-one either. But I do have fans. Millions to be exact. If it was just thousands, I probably would be rich and still get to be myself, but I have millions and I have to give them what they want. A movie. That they were dying for me to be the star in it. They wanted me, so I gave 'em a better version.

I mean, who doesn't just love me. I'm trying so hard to not sound too snotty, but it firmly states in People's Magazine and other magazines, that I'm perfection. I have won a bunch of awards, in all categories, to prove it. I dance, sing, do excellent in sports, cook, have fashion sense, have good grades, and so much more that I can't even keep count of!

I'm perfect. I hate it when other people mention what I already know. So just like my agent told me to do, I acted to be perfect. You know. Act as if I wasn't perfect but everyone knew I was. I acted as if I wasn't so egotistical, but I obviously am in a way. Damn...I am so good at acting. I wonder what my fans would think if I was a total bitch inside? Well...to bad I am.

The only good things about the whole movie was that I was the star and my 'dream guy' who was my movie-boyfriend was extremely HOT! UGH! He gives me these feelings that I never felt before. But I bet the whole 'dating in real life addition to movie life' act was just brought together by our agents. He probably will never like me. Which is totally crazy so...oh! I know! He is probably in love with me. Yup. He is in love with me. Who wouldn't be though. I can't believe I thought that I was unlikeable to someone, for a second. Wow! I just went dumb back there! Thank the lord for my brilliant brain to catch up on everything. Everyone likes me. It is just a natural thing to do.

"Bye, I got to go," I said as I ran to Krista to air-kiss the both sides of her cheek in a 'muah, muah' gesture. After I said my farewell, I left to go home. A.k.a, a huge mansion that could fit about 6 families of 8. I loved my home. The one back home was nothing to this one. There wasn't much to compare it to. We moved a couple months after my first album.

"Mom! I am home!" I shouted to no one knowing that it was just me and the maids at home. The only bad disadvantage to this house was that it got lonely.

As I began walking up the stairs to enter my room, which was luckily near the stairway's direction, I could have sworn I heard footsteps that copied mine.

When I turned around, I instantly regretted it. Curiosity killed the cat. And in this situation...I was going to die. I couldn't tell who it was 'cause he/she was wearing a mask that I remembered seeing at a Halloween store.

"AHHHHHHH-"

"Shh, it's just me." My 'killer' whispered in my ear, as he turned me around so that my back touched his chest and his hand wrapped around my mouth. He carried a familiar scent that I couldn't tell where I got it from. I knew it was a guy because of how muscular he was and how he spoke in a deep 'guy' kind of voice.

The voice sounded some-what familiar, but I had no clue who it was. But I was sure it was some crazy fan that was obsessed with me. Plus, no one was here and no one comes at this time.

I slowly turn around to see him. I was scared out of my mind shitless! I automatically tried to search for a weapon to defend myself. Damn, why didn't I own guards to protect me! I found an umbrella and slowly backed away.

" S-stay where you are!" I stuttered. "Don't you dare move...killer!"

"Wha-wait....no. Don't tell me you thought I was gonna murder you?" He spoke with a hint of amusement in his tone. What's so funny about that? " Ohmygod! It's me.....Ethan? Does it ring a bell?"

Ethan?

"Ethan?" I asked out loud while I sat the umbrella down on the floor. "What are you doing here so early?" He usually had weekend school, which were given to kids who needed extra help. Basically, for stupid kids. No offense.

"I kinda skipped....but don't tell mom!" He quickly rushed.

"Yeah. Whatever. But what the hell, Ethan!" I whisper-shouted at him. "You could have said a simple hello then scaring the crap out of me!"

"Sorry about that," Ethan stated scratching the back of his head. "But look at what I found in the attic." He then pulled out a box that I didn't realize was on the floor 'till now.

"So? It's probably something stu-. That's when I saw it. And all the memories came rushing back. It was a letter that I made the day I won my first record deal. The day I became famous. Those were the days I was...actually myself...not famous but just normal.

I remembered that day when I won. I was so happy. I remember writing each and every word. I was 14 at that time. I read the letter in my head.

'Dear older me,
You're probably wondering why you even wrote this letter. Well, before an official day of being famous, I decided to write this letter as a reminder of what we thought on the day we won. The day we were still sorta normal. The reminder was to remind you that all you need to do to be successful is to be yourself. If you hadn't forgotten the night of the finals, you should remember the part where we promised to never become someone were not. To never let the fame take you away entirely. To still be normal and be real. I hope your steal keeping our promise. I hope there is still the real you in you. I hope your still me. I hope your not like the others...the others that changed for more fame. You promised you wouldn't become like them. If you did, it's okay. Just remember all the good times you had being the real you. You'll see how much better it was then it is now.
P.s. Don't change for fame. Be you!:)
Sincerely, Taylor Evans

After I read the letter, I then realized all the times when I was known as Taylor B. Evans. It's been awhile since I was called Taylor. I changed my name when I became more famous. I didn't want to ruin the old me with a new reputation. And the rest was history. I changed...a lot. It took this letter to make me realize how much I've changed. I am practically everything I never wanted to be.

The old me was sweet, nice, and kind hearted. She was real. She didn't care about the fame, money, and attention. She cared about what she loved doing the most. Singing. She was shy, talkactive, and herself. That was all she needed. She never cussed or did anything bad.

The 'me' I'm now is a total opposite. I'm reckless and crazy. I liked the attention. Heck, I love it! I do care about the money and all of it, she didn't. It was something I always had. I curse all the time and I , to be honest, can act bitchy at times. I'm fake. Not plastic surgery fake, but fake as in not myself. I've changed....a lot.

And now I am going to have to make another change.

I am so different from before. And that difference made me disgusted with myself on how much of me changed. I have to find a way to make myself improve better. What will my fans think of me? Screw it! I did not care before why should I now?

So I have made up my mind. I made a promise. And I will prove everyone, especially myself, that I can keep it.

For now on, I am going to be myself. I am going to be real.