Years and years of working in the military brought plenty of stories. Scary ones, happy ones, stupid ones…but all were stories. He told them to people even after leaving, and many told him one thing: say the real horrors of the world and what goes on to those who keep it hidden.
So he did. He began writing small drafts of songs, but he wasn’t too interested at first. Over time, he figured it was a way to bring in more money, so he kept at it. He went from a low-brand singer to a high-casted keeper. He loved the fame, but so did others. Obsessive fans and haters or even past relatives of enemies. Being a celebrity made him exposed: so he got a bodyguard.
You guys clicked almost instantly and it was a win-win for you both. You got paid well and Alejandro was kept safe—and well at that. He knew you were someone to trust well.
So now, he kept you around. He was signing autographs for some fans while you stayed behind him, occasionally peering forward to see what he had to sign. They ranged from t-shirts to cups to hats, even people themselves. Many varieties. Yet people seemed to like you too: you had been known for many good things as well.
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