The crowd roars with cheers and calls. They won't stop screaming my name and the reality of how far I've come shocks me. They love me, and it's a shame that I can barely understand what they're saying.
As I jump off stage, I pass by various stage crew members applauding my amazing performance. The praise is really awesome if you ask me and I definitely feed off of it all. Some magazines claim that I'm an egoistical pop-star addicted to all the attention that I receive. And I'll be honest, I do love being the center of attention. However, what most people don't realize is that I wasn't always like this. I use to be kind and caring and there was a time where there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for my family and friends. But life is like gravity. It allows you to jump as high as you possibly can, making you feel incredible and invincible. But the feeling goes away just as quickly as it appears and you're pulled back down to the ground instantly. My life is quite the same. I use to live in a world where I had both amazing friends and family. I had parents and friends who both "loved" me, but I knew better.
I was rising to stardom pretty quickly, faster than anyone could have ever predicted. Although no one ever said it, they all thought I would never make it. The countless reminders that " there was one in a million chance" of making it in the music industry wasn't a sign that they cared enough to warn me. It was their way of telling me "you'll never make it." But still I fought back. At first I thought it was just my parents, but how do you think I reacted when I found out my friends, the people I've known practically my entire life, were chatting about the fail of a life I'll have if I continue following my "silly, little dream." It was all too much for me to handle and so I left. I left Miami, the city I was born in, the place I loved so much, and I headed to L.A. Los Angeles, the one place where I could be anyone I wanted to be, and I sure made the best of it.
I had the talent and the looks but all I needed was the attitude. After washing away all the tears I had cried over them, I pushed myself to change my ways. I became cold hearted, mean, bitter, the picture of bad. But this wasn't my fault. I was protecting myself from the hurt I experienced over them and the walls I've built are for my own good. So when asked if I had the chance to change myself, I answer no. Because all the hard-work I've done to get this far over these last 4 years is to valuable to be flushed down the drain just to have a family and friends. I don't need them. I never needed them. I never will.
"Ms. Dawson, your interview is in an hour."
A/N: Hi, so I don't really know how this whole writing-process works entirely so everyone please don't be too upset with me if this wasn't "amazing." I really wanted to upload something and this is what came out. I'm not sure if I'll continue writing this as I'm not sure what you all will think of it, so for now it's a one-shot. Thanks for reading my first little "story."