They're looking at me like I'm some sort of tourist attraction, stand there waiting for me to break, I feel the blood running through my veins, encouraging me to give them something they ought to remember. But the guards surrounding me remind myself that I wouldn't get the chance, their phones warn me that one annoyed sight means that everything I'd sacrificed would be in vain. 

I get in the limo and I throw myself on the seats. I grab a handful of toffee and stuff it in my mouth. I don't even think I like it, if I'm being honest. Letting them be entitled to my privacy - well, whatever it is that I call privacy, nothing about me is private, and it never was. But if I'm not doing this then what can I do? Anything I'd choose, I would never have a private life. People will recognise me everywhere. 

I grab more sweets and curse in my mind remembering that I have to go on a 'secret date' with my so-called girlfriend, but that's just a PR stunt. Paps will be called. Nothing about me is genuine.

I've been the public's toy since I can even remember. I am behind bars, though I move freely. 

There's nobody here who is a real person. Everyone is just a part of the masquerade. Waiting to see how much until I break.