A.N: Hi everyone! Just a random drabble I came up with. I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things. Enjoy!
" Thanks everyone! You have all been a great audience tonight! Now this last song is for you guys. Enjoy."
"Cue lights!" the stage man said into his headset. The tech crew shuffled around backstage so the lights dimmed and a bright spotlight shone on the blond pop princess just so.
And amongst all the hustle and bustle backstage there was Lilly or on this case "Lola". She was leaning against the wall and her eyes were glassy. She had stayed up all last night studying for a history test and the lack of sleep was starting to get to her. Soon enough she would be pouring herself into bed but right now all she could do was watch the show.
Lilly wished she could sing.
She really did. Lilly was constantly writing song lyrics or composing music and was usually pleased with the outcome. All that was missing was a voice. It had occurred to her many times that she could ask Miley but the idea of Miley singing her songs made Lilly sick to her stomach. And she knew why.
Because in her fantasy she was the one singing, the one accepting multiple awards, the one having her photo taken so it would be in all the magazines. In her fantasy she was center stage.
"But in reality," she thought to herself "I'm just watching from the wings."
Kind of short, kind of depressing but again I'm just trying to get back into the swing of writing. Reviews are greatly appreciated!