“Just thinking about who you really are and traveling.” My feet lightly sway in the water.
Pulling my chin up with a finger, Leonidas looks down at me sternly. “I told you, this is the real me. The Leo that everyone sees is the imposter.”
“I feel like I know nothing about you,” I argue, and he sighs.
“Ask away, and I’ll answer.”
“No, you tell,” I press.
This feels like the first time he opened up to me. I want him to tell me things.
He sits beside me and grips my thigh in a tight hold. “We were known for our music on YouTube. We signed a contract with a record label when we were fifteen. The siblings and I got famous around four years ago.
“Our songs are a mixture of everything really. We don’t like putting boundaries on ourselves, but my favorite music to sing is pop. I write all the music since I’m the lead singer. Amelia is the drummer, and Elijah plays the guitar.
“We always sell out when we have concerts. The first time I sang in front of a crowd, I almost shit my pants. I always meditate before going onstage. It helps me control my anxiety.
“I hate going to meet and greets and having to do talk shows, and interviews make me sweat.
“We live in this really damn big house back at home. I wish I could live in our small little house we grew up in; that’s where all the wonderful memories are.”
I watch as his eyes dampen with sadness.
He stares into the distance while he speaks. “I have over fifty million followers on Instagram, mostly all girls who send me awful things if I don’t see their messages, so going on Instagram sucks.”
He shudders, and I fill with slight rage.
I mean, who wouldn’t be angry over the fact that millions of people are after your man?
“I used to write when I felt angry, but you’ve made writing easier. I’m actually able to write now because of you,” he stammers.
“I hate having to hide everything from the world. I can’t go anywhere without being followed and photographed. The label has stolen my freedom. I can’t even go on my damn social media without their permission,” he blurts out fast, like vomit.
“Why can’t you go on your social media?” I ask, stunned.
“Because it’s their job to post stuff on there as me.”
What? That’s bullshit.
He suddenly looks at me, an evil glint in his eyes. “I have an idea.”
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Come inside,” he says.
Getting up in a hurry, he helps me with a hand. Running after him, I follow him to his room.
Locking the door behind me, he looks down at me with a smirk. “Strip your bottoms.”
Pardon?
“What?” I ask as my mouth drops open in shock.
I watch him with wide eyes.Excuse me, sir.
“What for?”
Leonidas looks at me from over his shoulder. “I’m about to rock the world.”
