i refuse to stand in the crowd of the little girls who flock to the coolest cat in town. the slick sly mask is slipping of but only i can see that un cool scared little boy behind it. no one is amune to the control that his big eys and chizzled features prejects and every one is victime to the low calm voice. the dark glass's only adds to the mystery but behind it is really no mystery just a blank face with nothing real to say. i am alone in my journy and face the fan club every day. i am lied to by them all, they tell me to stay away he is a dasiese no one should be around but the moment i smile the're off to grovel at his feet. he's the king of all he sees and he sees a million impresionable girls waiting to have some one control them and give them an alusion of love and interest. no one knows the real him and thats why every one loves him.