I slapped the pile of horrific tabloids of me at the desk of my agent.
"Why is this all over the store? Can you explain this to me, please?" I asked angrily at them.
"Ok look love, I know you're mad but we can do something about this."
"Don't call me a pet name, I don't want to do anything about this. You're fired." I said.
He looked disgusted. "Well! Don't come back crying to me if you are living on the streets, Darcy Prince. You will regret this,"
I snorted, pushing him out the door.
"Regret this!!" He echoed.
From this moment I will try to give up fame, because it's ruining me. I'm breaking fame.