Brier Maiden

5

I met Fredrick again in a private room at a hotel.

Everyone was talking over a drink.

Gone were his days as a golden boy. He looked a bit upset.

He had an unrealistic dream of making music, so he bravely entered the showbiz world.

Unfortunately, he really wasn't music-making material.

After all, his life had always been smooth sailing. He had been praised and favored too much since he was a child.

He couldn't write good music.

I saw that he once lost his temper in the agency. He screamed, "I don't want to sing those bubblegum pop songs! I want to sing a song written by myself!"

I hid in the dim shadows and almost laughed out loud.

His self-hatred had smoothed out his edges, and he was no longer as proud as before.

His agent introduced me to him. "Fredrick, this is Rosie Robertson. She'll be your new assistant."

I smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Stanson."

Six years ago, my aunt brought me home from Mount Academy.