"Fame made me lonely"
            
             "Julie, there's a new number one!" shouted Kayleigh to her sister.
            
             "Who is it?" questioned Julie.
            
             "It's Chris Riley and it's called First Time" rushed Kayleigh, eager to hear the
            
             song.
            
             Chris Riley was in his luxury palace, watching the top ten chart on his 78 inch
            
             plasma screen television. His agent, Mark Priestman, informed him that his single
            
             went straight to number one in just two days. Chris was pleased. He didn't look
            
             thrilled or excited. I didn't understand why he wasn't chuffed.
            
             Chris Riley lived in a luxurious mansion in a desolate place in the depths of
            
             Yorkshire. His mansion had four floors each containing at least seven rooms. The
            
             long, lavish corridors were beautifully decorated with a light blue carpet and
            
             portraits of him posing. There was an indoor extensive swimming
            
             pool that had gold railings. On the fourth floor there was a small private cinema
            
             that had twenty comfortable seats with large beverage holders.
            
             The cinema had several small spotlights and the stairs were luminous green. The
            
             mansion had everything a person could ever want, including a huge disco, which
            
             must have been used for parties. There was a large
            
             stage with a bar next to it but there was no one inside it. I had looked around most
            
             of the house and it was all empty.
            
             I eventually figured out which room was Chris's bedroom. It was very spacious
            
             with little inside it. Chris had a double sized bed with basic furniture. To the left of
            
             the room was a large photograph that showed Chris with a women and a
            
             young girl, about four or five years old. They all looked very happy and free from
            
             the popularity he had back in England. It looked to me as if they were on holiday
            
             because they were on a seaside when the sun was setting to give a magnificent
            
             effect on the photo.
            
             I looked round the corner and spotted Chris walking towards his room. He silently
            
             sat down on th...