Prologue.

Josh.

Screaming. That's all I ever hear, the screams of girls younger and older than me, screaming until their lungs burst, desperately declaring their 'love' for me.

I slipped behind a dumpster and the fans thought I was elsewhere. The screams of 'Josh' soon faded away. I sighed as I regained my breath. After I made sure that the screams of fans were coming from far in the distance, I pulled my helmet over my hair and produced a skateboard from my bag.

If only someone would actually ignore the fact I was famous and be friends with me, just Josh. Not the Josh Hutcherson on their TV screens.

How I didn't know, that my whole life would change over the next year. I skated down the road and away from the crowds.

It's all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair

I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair.