KK, here's a new one-shot. If you can't tell, I used some lines from DramaticStarlet's story Fine. So don't give me credit for them! This is also something like a counter one shot and yes, I do have permission to do this.
This one-shot is dedicated to my awesome friend who inspired me to write this! I won't say your name but you know who you are. Thanks for encouraging me to continue writing and trying my best. : )
Oh, and great thanks to "saamf" for editing this for me! I luv ya like a big sister!
A few more dedications: Allie Bear!!!! You're the best (after saamf of course), Chris (for dealing with my foul language and being a trustworthy friend), and last but not least Katharine (for reading this too) -
I'm sitting here with my best friend Mitchie and right now, she's practically glowing.
Mitchie is giving her hundred watt smile, Disney-worthy smile to everyone at the meet and greet session. She's being amazing and she's not even trying, something I was sure I couldn't do. The teenage girl who was quickly becoming more and more popular by every second was dominating the musical world one little, gullible girl at a time.
"Oh no, I'm not that good. I just write songs that are accepted by the public well. There are people like, WAY better than me." She tells a fan. Lies. There are like people WAY better than me. She knows her voice is magical. She knows her songs are superlative, that her songs make chills appear. Another thing I couldn't do.
"Mitchie, what inspires you to write?" Another fan asks.
"I just get ideas and write them down," she smiled as she spoke, a bubbly laugh leaving her lips. You can see the little gap between her teeth, that everyone says is – what's the term? Too cute?
It wasn't fair. When I hit the top, the record company told me to get my gap fixed. It was too distracting, they had said. No one would like me if I had a gap, but everyone would love Mitchie if she had one. Perfect Mitchie had no mistakes, no flaws.
She could write good songs pretend to have low self-esteem issues and people would say she's original, inspiring, and one of the kind. When I do that, I'm just acting stupid and being fake.
Mitchie looks around once again to take a question from fans and when she talks, I can see the sparkle in her eye that she says she has. I can hear the deep passion in her voice. I can see a girl who sings her heart out every time and getting all the fame and glory she deserves.
Something I wished I could be.
Mitchie got a single that reached the top over and over again.
And me?
I tried and tried and tried, but it wasn't the same for me. I can't ever be Mitchie. Song after song after song. But still no spark of success, just nothing.
After the session is over, Mitchie is automatically surrounded by people. She rushed to get to her limo, turning to me before she got in.
"Caity! I'll meet you for dinner later! Call me!" She shouted
I give her a smile and wave. As I let the jealousy grow, I couldn't help but glow in pride. I was proud of Mitchie. So proud. Too proud for words to describe.
We go out and eat dinner at a fancy French restaurant. She talks about how things are with Shane and how great her new album is going to be. Even though I knew that I should be trying not to kill her and all, I let a genuine smile. She was so happy. I couldn't bear to be jealous of something some real, so true.
As I turn off the lights at night, I whisper to myself.
"I'm proud of her. So proud. No matter how much I envy her, nothing will be change. I will have to learn to be able to try harder, to try my best to get where she is."
In the end, I learn that even the biggest cases of jealousy come with the counter feelings pride, love, and determination.
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So there it is! Please review and check out Fine by DramaticStarlet to fully understand this one-shot. Until next time!
Lots of Luv,
Mel
