It was the summer I turned eighteen when I met him. I was legal then and needed a job so I signed put in an application at the local strip club. Little did I know I would be sleeping with the customers too. So I was pretty much a whore. There's no nice way to put it. The strip club had a Moulin rouge theme to it so with me it was a lot of corsets and garters. I was to play satine. I had the looks. The red hair, the blue eyes, so I was a shoe in. Plus I wasn't afraid of heights. Every day, the same guy would come in for me. He was named David.

David was handsome enough and he was rich, so I got all the money I needed but he started to get obsessive. He went to my school so he made sure that he was in my classes. That way I couldn't talk to other guys. See I was quite the flirt. Almost every guy liked me. But I only wanted to not have guys like me. I mean with the stripper attention and everything else, I couldn't stand guys. Their filthy hands all over me, they were cold and clammy and horndogs alike. So my escape was singing. Nobody knew of my true talent. I had to sing mediocre in the club. But I sung all the time. After a jock tried to get with me, I ran and hid in my own secret area that only I knew about. I sat down against a tree, took out my journal and wrote. While singing.

V1:

Mirrorwhy do you deceive meTell me that I'm nothingwhy do you lie?Mirroryou're driving me crazyI start to think maybeyou're not right

When will the mirrorShow the world the real meNot the whore I play to bewhen will the mirrorShow the lady I can beI know the real meWhy don't you reflect the truth?

Mirroryou show girls their hopesgive them their dreamsit's not fairMirrorwhat's the point ingazing at you when I can't see me

When will the mirrorShow the world the real meNot the whore I play to bewhen will the mirrorShow the lady I can beI know the real meWhy don't you reflect the truth?

I sighed silently and wiped away a tear. I had no choice but to do the job. After they knew who my mother was. She was the top of the top wherever she went. That's the only place who would take me. She died a few years ago from TB. So my V-card was taken when I was fifteen by some guy who was like 30. That wasn't part of the plan. It didn't matter though. It was good money and kept the power on, so I stayed. I put my journal back in my bag and headed into the Moulin Rouge wannabe club.

This is going to stay as close to the plot as possible. All of the songs in here are mine. I wrote them…I may have changed a few of the lines to fit the story or character but that's about it. Also, obviously this is from Destinee's point of view. I didn't want it from Christians because that would have been harder to write. Anyways tell me what you think…and please don't expect updates soon if I'm putting my own lyrics in here because they're harder to write than it looks!