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Originally Posted by sickbeatz
maybe it's true when they say the cost is of fame is your soul?
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True. You don't own yourself anymore. You got contracts for virtually every minute of your life. Go here, show up there, eat this, don't drink that. Vacation? Nah, you got 2 shows this month. Time off? Sure, right after you record 2 more albums.
Actually, you become a puppet. A damn well-paid puppet but nonetheless there are strings attached to every aspect of your life.
You can't even control your body. Bigger tits, smaller ass, go blonde, go brunette, get some tan, no, let's go white again, nose job, chin job, knee job.
I think that the celebrity life is not for everyone. Shit, I wouldn't be able to stand this for 5 mins. What's the point of having 100 million dollars if you can't be yourself anymore? I mean, I wouldn't mind having all this money but the price is way too huge...