What is being a pop star like?
What is being a teen idol like?
How is it to wake up every morning and have to face millions of screaming girls?
Do you think it’s easy? Do you?
It’s not.
The day starts by the early morning wake up calls. If the sun isn’t out, can it still be called morning? Not to me! But that doesn’t matter in this business; you have to wake up early...no ifs, ands, or buts. Not only is it the early mornings, but most of the time you’re waking up in a bed that isn’t yours. It’s usually some plush bed in a fancy hotel. A different bed every night.
Then you wait in the lobby waiting for everyone to gather, trying desperately to keep your eyes open. Then you see the four faces of your friends. The ones who also have to go through the same things…the same early mornings, the same fans. The ones you have grown to love like brothers. What would you do if you weren’t doing this with your four best friends?
What would I do if I weren’t apart of this? That’s something I think of often. Working in a store, maybe working in a restaurant, or maybe even still in school. Most importantly, living a normal life. A normal life? What is a normal life? It has been so long since I’ve had a normal life, I’ve forgotten. Would I rather a normal life? Hell no. I love what I do no matter what.
The fans. The next part of the day. Walking out into the fans. As great as it is to have fans, it’s still early in the morning. They scream-oh god the screaming-it’s so early in the morning and they’re not only awake, but they’re going to scream like we are awake too. They scream out anything to everything. ‘I love you!’…’Will you merry me?’…’Can I have your babies?’. It’s insane; you don’t even know me, you probably aren’t even old enough. But I still smile, look like I am awake, look like I am the happiest person in the world. But after all, they are fans. The ones who made us what we are. They aren’t any fans, they are our fans.
The day is filled with interviews, usually asking the same questions. ‘What do you look for in a girl?…What is life on the road like?…What is the best part and the worst part of what you do?’ Should I answer them the way I really feel? No. I can’t do that. It’s bad for the reputation. So I answer. ‘I look for a girl who has confidence in herself, who doesn’t care about what I do, just who I am…Life on the road is great! It’s so fun to see everyone and all the new places...The best part would be the fans and everything they’ve done for us, the worst would be the business.’ Now how I really want to answer it. ‘What do I look for in a girl? Why don’t you look in another interview where I’ve answered this question before….Life on the road is long and very stressful….The best part would defiantly be the fans, the worst would be people like you who ask the same damn question every time!’
What else do we do? Autograph signings…where we sit for hours at a time and listen to girls cry and talk about there future life with us, all while our hands cramp up from the thousands of names we’ve scribbled across the paper. That’s not it though. We also have the TV appearances. Those are some times fun…it depends on the host. Then there is the performing.
Don’t get me wrong, I love performing. That’s why I do what I do! But playing the same songs over and over again gets boring. Especially when the new single comes out. You have to play it everywhere you go. You play it for the TV shows, you play it or the concerts, you play it for everything! Then, when you hear it on the radio, after you’ve played it over a thousand times, the song gets kind of annoying. But, if the fans like it, we play it. What ever pleases our fans.
Then there is the love life. What love life? We have no love life! When you finally find someone you can trust, someone you can care about, it ends up in disaster. The girlfriends either can’t stand not being with you for months at a time, they get jealous of the millions of girls who love you, or they are torn apart by the press. It’s hard to keep a relationship in this business. So, we end up not getting someone to love, not getting someone to take home to the parents. This should only last a couple years, right?
The day ends. Crawling into bed late at night, at the hotel, as much as you miss the comfy bed…it’s not home. You’re ears ring as you try to go to sleep. The screaming and the music will probably end up causing damage years to come. I can still hear the screaming from floors below…the screaming of our fans, hoping to get our attention. I try to sleep, but most of the time I’m hyped up and can’t sleep. I have to remind myself that tomorrow is another early morning. Eventually I get to sleep, knowing I only have a few more hours before my day starts again
Is being a pop star worth it?
The early mornings, the crazed/obsessive fans, the interviews, the TV shows, not having a regular life, no one to love.
Yeah, it’s worth it. Because in the end, we’re doing what we love.
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