(that's hilarious XD)

Augustus Darlington-Whit was a nightmare in disguise. A large pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes and a ball cap thrown on top of his blonde hair, he whirled through the streets, knowing full well what it would mean if he got caught. Despite his counter-measures against getting recognized, he still wore clothes flashy enough to draw the eyes of even the most ill-informed. The posters taped up in music store windows didn't help either. Men whispered, teenaged girl's giggled. And throw it all, Augustus just grinned with his perfect model's face.

“Is that August White!? No, look, over there!” High pitched and all a fluttered, the voice filtered to Augustus through the busy streets. Damn, this was getting dicey. He never ducked his head, but he dived through a group of businessmen off early to go drink together, trying to put distance between himself and the growing entourage of eyes.

“The rock idol?”

More whispers.

“So hot! I think he’s a model.” Well, Augustus wouldn’t argue with that. Ducking around a corner, he skid on the edges of his polished black shoes. Perfectly normal businesses rose up around him, which might turn out real exciting even if he had different plans for his time between shoots. Ah, but if he drew too much attention, he might never get free of the fans. Maybe he shouldn’t have run out on a whim? If he started regretting things now though, he’d hardly be a Whit, or even a Darlington for that matter. When an opportunity came, one best go running. Otherwise, he would never have a lick of fun.