Bite The Hand That Feeds You

[nibelungvalesti]

Who: Tamara, Greg, Ivan, the Doctor
What: Fame has its price. That price is FANS.
When: Varies.
Where: Varies.
Warnings: None expected.

And to think, the day started out so nice...

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[scalpedsociety]

[So far, Tamara has never had too bad of experience's when she's out and about in Vista City. For a beloved pianist of a up and coming band her outings are almost aggressively normal. She usually doesn't take a limo to these outings, preferring to keep to whatevers close or get a ride from whoever takes her offer. Granted, security is usually very close by her at all times during her trips to various stores, giving her the reminder that no, she isn't quite normal.

But...sometimes she likes ditching security just for the feeling of being normal. It's getting harder and harder since the incident at Virgo but she does it sometimes. Tonight, she's gone out to a bar to have a drink or two. The bar stage happens to have a piano, maybe she might play and give herself away. But right now she's just drinking and enjoying herself in her outfit. It might take a while for security to find her, clearly nothing bad could ever happen...]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[A brilliant burst light flickers out from the side as a guy down the bar snaps a picture of her with his cell phone, the flash automatically triggering thanks to the inside light. Without any subtlety, he snaps another, then begins heading her way to get more.]

[scalpedsociety]

[Those lights are distracting Tamara from her drink. And all those flashes...]

Excuse me, I know you want to take pictures, but can you please stop that?

[It's hilarious, Tamara thinks fans can be reasoned with.]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Oh my God, she talked to me! [The words themselves don't seem to matter. The man practically shoves aside two other people in his haste to close the distance, phone still in his hand. Silly celebrity, she thinks she's still a human being!] Tamara, Tamara, Tamaraaaaaaa --

[Each chanted reiteration of her name comes with a another flash and a click from the phone.]

Do that pose!

[scalpedsociety]

Wait I-

[But some of the poor bar patrons get knocked away just for this creepy guy to take more pictures.]

What pose?! Listen I just want to be left alone!

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

The pose! From the cover! You know! [The fan props an arm in the air in pale imitation of one of her album release shots.] Oh my God, she's going to do it!

[And he keeps on looming closer, a manic grin on his face as he adds more shots to his gallery.]

[scalpedsociety]

[What.in.the.hell? This is thoroughly creeping her out here. She's gotta get outta here. Maybe find security, she'll never ditch them again. She quickly pays for her drink and walks quickly out the door, hoping the skinny, nerd boy with a photo fetish will leave her alone.]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[And that means Tamara has an accompaniment out the door. Three accompaniments, in fact -- the sudden flurry of attention has drawn a lot of attention, and some almost-twenty girl has picked up the chase, along with one guy who just seems to be following along for the hell of it.]

[scalpedsociety]

[Tamara turns back and sees three people following her. This is awful... and she starts to run, in heels even.]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Hey wait, come back!
COME TAKE A PICTURE WITH ME!

[No doesn't mean no. Two of the fans are hot on her literal heels and eager for more interaction.]

[If it's any consolation, the third one just joins the chase because it seems like the cool thing to do, he has no idea what's going on.]

[scalpedsociety]

GET AWAY FROM ME!

[Tamara screams that out as she's running, soon she slips on the edge of the sidewalk and lands on her behind. Sadly, there's no panty-shots or nip-slips.]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[The guy with the camera practically pounces, dropping to his knees to shove his head next to Tamara's, the better to get a picture that proves it was actually him seeing her!]

[The girl just tries to steal her shoes.]

[And that last guy is wondering what the hell is happening, so at least one thing could be going worse, right?]

[scalpedsociety]

[The guy gets a couple selfies with Tamara looking like a deer in headlights before she gets pissed off and punches the nerd in the face. (As obsessed as the guy is, that's just another story to tell the other fans to feel superior.)

Meanwhile the girl gets her shoes as Tamara get back on her feet and runs in the streets barefoot.]

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[The girl takes off in the opposite direction, and the second guy stops to see if the first is all right.]

[Yeah, he stops to see if the guy who got a justified punch in the face is all right, ignoring the woman who ran, tripped, fell, got assaulted, and ran again. People, amiright? But that's safety for Tamara... at least, physically.]

[scalpedsociety]

[Tamara will keep running until she finds her bodyguard. A tall and hulking man with a strangely kind looking face.]

I've been looking all over for you woman, ya need to stop ditchin' me or I will tell An- what happened to your shoes?

[At this point, Tamara may be close to crying. She thought she could trust her fanbase to treat her like a person, but those days are gone now. She's officially a star now.]

I'll explain in the car, just bring me home.