Tom woke up by the ringtone of his smartphone. He stretched and yawned. He was 24 years old and about 1,89 tall. His brown short undercut hair were standing disshelved in all directions. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in his pellet bed with cast iron bars. It was still quite dark in his chamber. The shutters were down. Only single beams of light cast a strange pattern on the opposite wall.

Tom took his smartphone. Messages from Linda:

"Where are you?" [23:12]

"I wait for you at the entrance." [23:48]

"Where are you? I am waiting." [00:24]

"You are an asshole, Kassey told me you are a waste of time" [02:12]

5 calls in absence. Mother, Sister, Mother, Mother, Jon

3 messages on the mobile box all from his mother. Tom thought about it, if he really wanted to hear them, then he decided to listen to the newest.

"Good morning Tom. Well, I have accepted that you don´t want Nancy anymore. I do not see the point. Boy, you can not just switch the girls after 3 weeks. You have to settle and try to really learn to know a girl. Nancy was very nice and also a stunning beauty. Her mother called me yesterday and asked me to talk with you about her. Come on it is not correct just to ignore her because you lost interest into her. You know her father is important to me. His company is a major customer. No one says that you have to marry Nancy, but just talk with her and tell her your heart. Believe me she wasn´t an angel all of her life. She would maybe understand you. It is not good if she hates you. Call me then we can talk about it. I have planned a barbeque for tomorrow evening. I miss you. Don´t you want to come visit me and attend to the barbeque? I would be very happy if you come. I love you."

Tom sighed. He stood up from his bed. His well trained body wore a tattoo of the sun on the left breast. The right upperarm was decorated by a harley davidson with a skeletal riding upon it and a gloomy writing:"Dead riders forever". Tom was an enthusiastic motorcycle rider.

"Alexa open the shutters. Alexa play my favorite songs."

He walked naked but a short out of his sleeping room into his large living room. It was clean, all his cloths were folded lying on a staple. The dishes and glasses from yesterday evening had vanished and the balcony door was open. A warm gust of wind breezed through the 4 meter-wide open doors. He scratched his head and walked to the bathroom. He heard the shower. He opened the door and saw Jane, the nineteen years old sister from Jon, showering. She was about 1,70m tall with angel wings tattoed on her back. The tattoo was covered by her long black hair which went down to her butt. She turned around to him and stroke her hair back and stopped the shower.

Tom said: "What are you doing here?"

She stepped out of the shower: "What does it look like? I have cleaned up your flat. Now I took a shower. Jon gave me the key."

Tom made a face: "Come on Jane I just stood up, take your cloth and get lost."

Jane came closer and laid her palm on his breast. "Really?", looking seductivly up to him.

Tom took her arm: "Stop behaving like a bitch. You have been such a nice girl when I learned to know you."

But Jane was quite sure about herself and reached between his legs and pressed her breasts against him: "Maybe I do just because you have not fucked me hard until now."

He pushes her away, but she had recognized his bodily reaction to her light squeeze. She said: "You will not turn me away forever. I know you like me"

Then she walked naked past him out into his living room. Shit! That felt good. He looked after her. She walked through the living room on the balcony and leaned with crossed arms against the railing. Tom closed the door. Where was the fckin key? Who knows what this freak would be up to next. He didn´t find it. He undressed his short and took a shower. Even thought he liked Jane very much his mind was focused on something else.

Today was the evaluation day. The results of the sales and the charts ranking of his new single: Torn apart, would be released. His producer once said to him when he smashed a hit with his first single: I am rider:" One hit is luck, the second one is sympathy the third hit makes you a star." This was his third single. His producer pushed a lot into his marketing and he heard it is anticipated a lot. They delayed the release a little more to see how strong the desire was and the telephones and email accounts smoked. If it flopped this would be a serious sign that he was just a one hit wonder and would vanish into oblivion soon. He was in business for about 2 years now. He managed to stay out of the cameras. Metal singers could keep themselves myserious and unseen. It doesn´t hurt their image and popularity. He was quite nervous. Maybe it would be a good idea to amuse himself with Jane.

Tom came out of the bathroom with wet hairs and a towel around his hips. He walked to his sleeping room to dress. He put on a camouflage short and a black tank top. It was hot. t was just the end of june, but the temperature had yet crossed the 30° mark. When he came back into the living room Jane sat with crossed legs on a bar chair at the counter of his kitchen. She had dressed in a destroyed jeans short, and a white armless shirt which she knotted tight below her breasts. She was swiping on her smartphone. Tom let himself drop on his couch and took the tablet Jane had arranged a flask whiskey, ice, soda, coke, ice tea and white wine in his ice table. Tom took the bottle with whiskey and a glas. Jane walked up to him and took the flask gently from his hand. "Let me do it." She filled 3 ice cubes in his glass and then filled the glass up to a quarter with whiskey. He didn´t watch her but opened the browser on his IPad. Jane walked around the table and sat beside him. Tom leaned back and browsed the web. Jane pointed at a picture.

"That one is cool."

Tom nodded "Yeah. but I want a german car. They are much higher quality and do not pollute the enviroment so much. It has also much more style then a corvette or dodge."

"I like your dodge pick-up. I think it fits you fine."

"I will keep the dodge. It is for fun and for surfing. Acutally I am looking for a car for the city and the street."

"Let me show you a car I see you in." She reached for the tablet and Tom gave it to her. Jane wrote a web adress and showed him a picture. "What the..." Jane smiled proudly at him because she saw in his eyes that he really liked this car. "It is the Audi R8 Spyder in dark blue, german version. This a fckin hell of a car."

She gave him the tablet and laid her head upon his chest. "This car looks awesome.", he mumbled. He browsed some of the details of the car, it´s engine and specifications, but to be honest he doesn´t know very much about cars. He can´t believe that it could accelerate in 3.5 seconds to 100 km/h. Deep inside him the desire to have this car arised. Jane started to stroke his upper leg gently with her fingers and he got aroused by the imagination of the speed.

Suddenly his smartphone rang. Jane raised her head and Tom reached for the phone on the table. Finally. It was Henry.

"Yes ?"

"Hey Tom, my gold boy!", a exalted voice said on the other side.

Tom started smiling: "Tell me. What were the results?"

"You rock Tom, you crushed in like a bomb. You had 1,26 Million counted solds. And you know we only sold 220.000 singles in europe and the US, but you made about 220 Million downloads all over the world. This is crazy man. About 3 per cent of the WORLDS citizens bought you fckin lame single." The man on the other side broke out in an insane laughter.

Heat shot up in Tom´s head. He made it. He MADE it! He was known all over the world. Everybody knows his voice! He saw himself on a large stage and the crowd got crazy when he started to sing His mind was far away and he couldn´t say a thing. Jane was cautiously reaching into his short and started pleasing him with her lips.

Henry asked:" Tom are you still there? Boy we make a party for you tonight. We invite everyone. The business is only talking about you today. No cameras and no media. We have just a fckin party that the world has not seen before! What do you say?"And with a silent breathless voice Jane gasped: "You are the greatest, you are the best."

Tom cleared his throat and put a hand on Jane´s head. He could not, he want not, resist her anymore. "Henry that´s marvelous news. I am, I am speechless. This is so fcking great. We made it. I can´t believe we made it. Of course, let´s party. I will be there."

Henry laughed: "That´s my boy. Sounds you are yet partying, hahaha. Let me tell you, whatever you wished right now it is yours. Before I called you I advised 10 Million $ on your bank account. And that is just the start. Do you understand? God they run in our agencies for concerts and interviews with you."

Tom laid back and closed his eyes. "Thats so great Henry, thats just incredible. We talk later."

He let fall the smartphone and Jane extended her effort until the very end.