Who is Krios? Here to stay or On his way?
Born in Denver, Colorado USA, not much is known about the singer's childhood. He was a nobody until the day he rose to fame when he was only 17 with his hit single "Made of Pop". Now it's 8 years later and he's as popular as ever, most of his songs entering the Top 40 and a history of #1 singles. But will it last? His hoards of fans seem to think so, ranging from tiny tweens to aging adults. But how long until even they start to question their mysterious idol? A lot of singers change their names, but are we to truly believe Krios' real name is John Smith? The star also refuses to state his questionable sexuality, mentioning both girls and boys in his songs. Before long the public will want answers Mr. Krios. Adored by fans and hated by the media, Krios is rumored-
"Psh, idiots," a man with bright blue hair shut the trashy magazine and tossed it aside, looking outside the window of the dark purple tour bus. And they wondered why he hated the paparazzi and did everything he could to avoid them? So what if he didn't want them to know his real name or sexual preferences? He liked being anonymous, then he could he go out in public and not be mobbed or caught in "scandalous" situations.
Whatever, his fans were what mattered and they still loved him just as much as he loved them.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" a shrill voice was suddenly inches from his ear, making the popstar jump in surprise.
"Well, I was enjoying the scenery of this new and exciting country," he rubbed his ringing ear and looked up at the only woman in his life, his agent. She was a short, dumpy sort-of woman with dyed blonde hair and dark eyebrows. Irma Penderghast used to be a singer until some accident had ruined her vocal chords. Now she lived vicariously through her only charge. Krios stood from the window seat and stretched, gold eyes wandering around the bus, "What do you need Irmama?"
Irma pursed her lips, staring up at her tall, lean money-maker, she hated when he called her that but after six years she didn't think it was going to stop,"You need to get dressed! We're almost to the grounds where the festival is being held and you need to be ready to meet the prince!"
Krios smiled, oh yeah, he got to meet royalty today. They were currently in the small country of Bayern where a huge music festival was being held and Krios was one of the headlining acts. Apparently the leader of Bayern was a bit of a fan and wanted to have Krios for tea and possibly perform at the palace.
"I read up on Bayern, isn't he technically a King with him being an orphan and all?" the singer smirked and looked down at his current outfit of lime green skinny jeans and an orange glittery tank top. Yeah, he really should change.
"I don't have time for your games, just get ready!" Irma glared at him before storming to the front of the bus to sit with the only person who would listen to her, their half-deaf bus driver.
Krios chuckled and moved to the back of the bus where his bed and closet was, nodding to the two others he shared the room with, his pianist and lead guitar. "This is my heart, inside of the arts, turn my life into one Hell of a show~" Krios hummed as he opened his closet and a rainbow of clothing vomit practically exploded from it.
Now, what did one wear when rubbing elbows with royalty? Oh, leather pants and a tie of course!