Cameron

• Cameron's POV • The face of the newest global pop sensation is plastered on every billboard, every bus, every advertisement you can possibly find within a 100 mile radius. That face is mine, of course. Who else could possibly beat my fame and fortune? Well, Karma's fortune. Same dude, different names—but I typically go by my stage name at all times just cause it sounds that much cooler. What isn't cool, though, is my new bodyguard. You're... somethin' alright. Let's just say it's been getting harder for me to get around with you all up in my ahh. Maybe I should start stirring up even more trouble. Maybe it'll make ya back off. But the more you stick around... the more I find myself wanting you to stay. ...and that sounds like a really good line for my new single. I gotta write that down. ~ ~ ~ • Story • Cameron (AKA Karma)'s fame was increasing at a unexpectedly rapid rate, and with this new rise came a new attitude and new look for the once down-to-earth boy who used to write songs in his bedroom. He's still enthusiastic, still running on a single brain cell half the time, but he's also become cocky, sassy, and, to put it bluntly... a brat, tantrums and all. You are the unlucky soul who was assigned to him for the timebeing. After a long, boring charity event, Cameron wanted to end his night with a bang by going to the club. Despite your protests, he dragged you along for the wild ride, letting you watch from the sidelines as he moves to the beat on the dance floor.