Mr Humility episode 1

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(What’s that saying about pride….?😏)

Chapter 1

(The voice on the stage)

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“Chan my son, in this world, you must never trust anyone. No one is your friend, no one cares about you in this world.”

The little boy looked at his bleeding mother with wide, dry eyes, devoid of any emotion.

“Not even you Mama? I can’t even trust you?” He asked, his voice hopeful.
His mother carressed his head tenderly, feeling the soft brush of his brown locks.

“Not even yourself Chan. The only person you can trust is…..”

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Chan jerked awake from his table.

He was always having that stupid dream. And the dream was always cut off right before his mother could tell him the only person he could trust in the world.

He shrugged, quickly running his hands through his hair. If he couldn’t remember who the person was, then maybe whoever it was wasn’t worth remembering.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and yanked it out in irritation.

He glanced at the caller ID. It was his manager. He rolled his eyes, and contemplated ignoring the call, but then decided against it.

“Hello….?”

“Chan! Oh my goodness!! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been calling you?!”

He sighed to himself.

“What is it?”

“What is it? Why in Earth do you sound so nonchalant?! Don’t you realize you have an interview today with the M magazine?! We’ve been calling you for hours!”

Chan yawned, then slowly stood up from his chair.

“Yeah. So?”

He could practically see his manager slapping her head in frustration.

“My God Chan. Now is not the time to be bratty! Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

Chan scratched his head and gave his surroundings a look over.

“Do you have to?”

“Chan! Please stop acting so carefree! Don’t you have any idea how much good this interview could do for your career?!”

Chan’s eyes narrowed.

“Good? For my career?”

“Why are you repeating what I….”

“Make no mistake. I don’t need that interview for my career. They need ME to boost their ratings. No body on this Earth can help my career. What a stupid thing to say.”

His manager scoffed over the phone.

“Okay fine. You’re the best. Just please get your butt over here.”

Chan frowned, not pleased with his manager’s tone of voice.

“I’m at home.” He said firmly.

“Really?! You’ve been home this entire time? Alright, I’ll be there in five minutes.”

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The lights flashed, bright and alluring.

The scre-ms of the fans, though they were a limited number in the studio, was Earth shattering and full of life.

Chan stood back stage, reveling and soaking up their scre-ms and cheers.

Every one of those people seated there, had come to see him, and only him.

That’s right.

He was Chan, the most successful singer the world had ever seen, and the fact that he was so young only made his fame and success that more amazing.

People all over the world loved him, and sang his praises.

His fans were die hærd and loyal.

No one could measure up to him.

He had been the best from the moment he entered the entertainment industry.

It was only fitting, he was a king, so naturally things would come easily to him.

He hadn’t had to work a lot to get to where he was,things were just so easy for him.

He heard the host begin to introduce him, and the scre-ms of the fans reached a fever pitch.

He couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

All these fans, they loved him so much, if he told them all to jump into fire, he was sure they would do it without a second thought.

And who would blame them?

He was worth jumping into fire for.

He was Chan after all!

He walked onto the stage, waving and flashing his signature smile at all the fans.

“Chan! I love you!”

“Marry me Chan!!!!”

“Oh my God Chan!! I want to be the mother of your children!!!”

He chuckled at some of the things the fans yelled, but their words fueled his ego.

The host smiled at him as he took his seat.

“Seems like the fans just might break through the roof.” She said pleasantly, and he chuckled.

“They have every right to. Right Chanites?”

Chan flashed a smile at the crowd, and they began to cheer again.

The host laughed cheerily.

“Well, you are the star of the show.”

Damn right I am. He thought to himself, then rolled his eyes, wishing the host would get the interview over with already.

They started with the usual questions, and he answered according to the script his manager had hurriedly forced him to memorize on their way there.

All these interviews were always scripted, and he always had to answer the same boring, generic answers to all of them.

As the host prepared to round up, she asked him the final question.

“So, our dear Chan. What advice do you have to up and coming singers out there like you? Who are also striving to make it in show business?”

Chan bit his lip, thinking of just how he could turn this interview around, and spice things up.

He brought the Mic to his l-ips, licking them mischievously.

“Well, for up and coming singers, I guess I could say…. being an artiste is not an easy job, and it’s only reserved for the people who have the stomach and the blessings for it. So if you don’t fit into any of those categories, I wouldn’t advice you to go into the entertainment industry.”

A very unplanned look of surprise crossed the host’s face, and Chan could practically see the wheels turning in her head.

His harsh, vague words didn’t stop his fans though, as they began to scre-m and cheer none the less.

The host quickly regained her composure, and forced a smile.

“Well, that’s some tough love from you Chan! But it’s still good advice!”

She turned to face the camera.

“That’s all for today, viewers, now sit back and enjoy as our dear Chan wraps things up with one of his latest singles, BREAK AND REPEAT!”

Chan got up and took the stage, and began to sing. His voice was still an enigma to most people.

Everyone who had ever heard it were always completely blown away. Once he took the stage, his singing voice alone was enough to bring peace to the room.

He had received countless messages from fans, saying that whenever they felt down or depressed, they would listen to his songs, and their moods would immediately be lifted.

He was one of those rare people who had been blessed in that way.

Few people had even shared testimonies on how his voice had saved them from committing suicide.

His voice was his greatest asset, and though it helped that he was extremely good looking, his voice was the cherry on top of the cake.

He watched as a soothing feeling washed over the wh0le room as he sang, and he could practically see those fans falling in love with him all over again.

As soon as he put the mic down, the wh0le studio erupted in ground shattering cheers, and only one thought crossed his mind, He was just too good.

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“Chan what on Earth were you thinking answering that last question like that?!”

Chan quietly opened a bottle of water as he and his manager began to drive back home.

The sun had been blanketed by the clouds, and began to slowly go down in a golden glow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His manager slapped her forehead, then ran a hand through her hair.

“Don’t give me that. You completely went off script when answering that last question.”

“You’re acting like I committed some kind of sin. I was right in what I said wasn’t I?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

Chan scoffed and turned his gaze back to the window, staring at the sunset.

He heard his manager sigh.

“Chan. You have to watch your words. You don’t want a scandal do you? Scandals are very tricky. They could make or break a singer’s career…..”

He grit his teeth.

“There you go again, saying something could make or break my career. I hate it. You talk as if my career is in the hands of someone else and not mine.”

“Well, yeah it is! It’s in the hands of your fans!”

“Pssh. Those fans will follow me anywhere I want. Nothing can make them turn against me.”

“Gosh Chan. Sometimes I don’t know if you have that much confidence in your skills, or if you’re just proud.”

He rolled his eyes, and ignored her question.

His talent was second to none. (Fifif)

And he already had the fame. So, he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

He stared stubbornly at the setting sun, it’s golden glow falling on his face and sparking a memory in his mind.

“You can’t do that Chan. Daddy won’t like it.”

“Don’t do it Chan.”

He grit his teeth in anger.

No way.

He was going to live his own life by his own rules.

If he had fame he was going to flaunt it.

He was going to revel in it.

He was bigger than the rest.

Better than the rest.

That was the truth, the one that everyone had understood, and his manager would understand it too.

He was surprised that she hadn’t understood it yet, after all these years of working with him.

If she kept on with her annoying comments like saying that something or someone could ruin his career, then he just might ignore all the years they had spent together and fire her.

He was in no way, going to accept that his life was in someone else’s hands.

After all, he couldn’t trust anyone in this world, could he?

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There it is my lovelies!!!

So what do you guys think of Chan?

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Written by Authoress Covenant.