CAMERON'S P.O.V
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"This one has been sent for you, from that gentleman over there," The bartender commented, as I looked over at the drink and in the direction that the bar-keeper pointed. With a polite smile, I slid the glass sideways a little on the counter, a gentle way of showing that I wasn't interested -- for the hundredth ti
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VBryan's attention was solely fixed on the bottle of whiskey that he had clutched in his hands -- what had happened to him? What had become of him? Was he even someone that he wanted to be around for real or was it all just pretenses? He didn't know anymore -- the line between his sanity and insanity had shif
CAMERON'S P.O.VTime seemed to bend over itself in my introspective moments. It seemed to stretch so much in my mind, everything passing in slow motion before my eyes, as if I could reach out and easily hold each and every second with my bare hands. And it made me feel nauseous, as if I was motion-sick, as if I was on the most winding road poss
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Careful," I spoke up. The car took a steep swerve on the bumpy road as we came out of the driveway, Cameron's hands resting calmly on the steering wheel.
GUESS WHO IS BACK IN LA?That's right! Our very own, chocolate boy of the town — Cameron is back![ pictures attached ]After a whirlwind six-month summer break that extended even after the end of summer, Cameron has arrived in LA to kick off the Californian leg. In two days, the Australian superstar will have an interview with Jimmy Fallon — a news that already caused an uproar and a few trending hashtags on Twitter. In a few rumours, which have surfaced on the internet and has been apparently that despite his anxious tendencies, Cameron has decided that he wants to announce the tour for his first album! T
CAMERON'S P.O.V"You know it isn't that bad, right?" Stephen said, stirring his coffee. "It gets better after a while.""Man, I don't know," I said, frowning slightly. "The too-much-sugary taste is still there. I hate it, feel like throwing up.""Cam," He said, narrowing his eyes at me. "If you wanna throw up, rush to the bathroom. If you throw up on my Gucci, I am going to cut off ties with you. Forever."I let out a small laugh. "Shut up. You know you love me."
SHAYLA'S P.O.VI kept tapping on the doorbell furiously. A curious Caira snatched open the door, appearing at the doorway. I grunted and barged inside her house."Ugh, I swear to God, Zeke is the worst. He just wouldn't stop taunting me, telling me how I will always be alone again now that dear Cameron, my lover boy, is away now. Like jeez, why doesn't he die already? Isn't he like over fifty? He definitely should die." I made my way into her living room, barging on the nearest ottoman and grumbled. She gave me an amused glance."Well hello to you too
CAMERON'S P.O.V"Good job guys, good job Cameron. Excellent vocals, really," Avery, my co-songwriter and co-producer called out. I flashed him a thumbs up, grinning."Really, you think that?""Yeah," He said. "Mumbai Blues has a very track three-y feeling, I just… you know… feel it in my blood."That stateme