Blue's Reflection
Some call these moment's 'an artist alone', when the celebrity in question has found a rare moment of silence amidst the glare of the cameras and the spotlight.
A brief period of calm before the storm strikes again.
In her dressing room, her team of makeup artists, and costume designers, and managers, and useless hanger-on's were gone, leaving her quite alone.
She stared at her reflection, her blue eyes having acquired wisdom during the whirlwind that was her career, her blond hair flowing down, the elaborate stage makeup having been cast aside for the moment.
It felt like years since she had seen her actual face like this.
She smiled at her beautiful, but worn self and thought of a more innocent time.
Back when she was in high school and she had sent that letter to those fraudulent 'modeling scouts', they of course had rejected her due to her ample cleavage, models had to be pre-teen flat since fashion designers were apparently incapable of making clothes that fit on actual human beings.
But during the actual casting call a real talent scout had come to call and had spotted her, saying that she had a lovely voice...
"And here I am," Brittany Taylor said to her reflection, her voice still perky even after getting a hard look at how ugly the world could be, "I've got five platinum albums, countless awards, more money than my parents, and this tour's been the best one yet!"
In an industry that mass-produced one-hit wonders like engine parts, Brittany had defied all expectations and become a latter-day Madonna, always adapting and reinventing herself to stay fresh and interesting.
The only real regret of her career was not listening to her instincts in the beginning and using her real name rather than that stupid stage-name she had created for those fake talent scouts.
But alas she had been naïve and her first real manager had convinced her that with Brittney Spears in the Top Ten, she needed to differentiate herself.
Once more she kicked herself for at least not thinking of a better name than 'Blue'.
Her alone time was lasting a bit longer than usual, but even with the various things she always had with her on the road she wasn't tempted to use them as distractions.
Instead she thought about the past, the idiot boyfriend she had left behind, his name started with a K, Kalvin was it? She couldn't remember anymore.
The faces of most of her other so-called 'friends' were blurry, their names indistinguishable.
Then there was Jodie Landon, the poor thing was in a mental hospital recovering from a nervous breakdown last she had heard.
But she could always remember Daria and Jane, the two social outcasts that she had always made time for, back then she hadn't picked up on their contempt but they had always come through for her when she had needed it.
She smirked at her reflection, it had driven her manager to total distraction that she was going to take three days off from the tour to go to New York to attend a wedding.
"But for Daria and Jane it's worth it." Brittany said to her other-self with a firm nod.
They had come through for her plenty of times, and she had paid the favor back when she had made it big.
She had gotten Jane the cash and the right people to contact to become a success in the art world.
For Daria she had forced her second manager to give her leads on the right publications to send her novels and stories for consideration.
Now Daria was being called the greatest literary mind of her generation.
The girl that almost everyone now called Blue smiled at herself one last time before a knocking could be heard on the door.
She sighed before turning back to the maelstrom, the reflection of Brittany Taylor faded away.
For now.
THE END