Music played. The dancers made sure their costumes were on properly then rushed on stage. Smiles, mascara, and rouge were on every face. This was the way of the entertainment industry. Scarcely clad women in brightly coloured dresses of red, blues, yellows, and greens pranced around the stage in shimmering silks. The audience clapped, hooted, and cheered. The women spun around the stage faster and faster. They were in their element.
One woman was not quite as happy as the rest. She wore even less then the others. Covering her was a corset covered in glittering diamonds and pearls. Her long red hair was clipped at the base of her neck in a diamond-encrusted chip. Her porcelain cheeks with perfect spots of red were wet with tears. Was this all she was worth? A maid places a black top hat on her head. Her makeup was fixed and once again she was the epitome of beauty.
Now it was her turn to shine. She made her way up the stairs and sat on the swing that would lift her high above the men who stood waiting and watching. She was the one they came to see. The other's would fade into the walls as soon as she made her appearance. It was the same night after night. The swing began its regular decent. A fake smile adorned her face, though it brightened her face her eyes held not a single ounce of warmth. Pain was etched deep in her clear blue eyes. Little did she know that tonight her fait would change. Tonight she should meet a man who would change her outlook on life. She would meet a man who would show her just how much she was worth. Tonight she would discover there was so much more to life then singing and dancing for money. She would begin the greatest journey of her life. From tonight onward she would be forever changed.
With one last look upward the Sparkling Diamond began to sing. When she sang she temporarily forgot her pain. She could be whomever she wanted when she sang. Lost in the music she felt a change deep inside her. Unable to figure out what it was she forgot about it. She would not remember about that feeling much later, when she would lay in her lover's arm, on death's doorstep.
