Prologue
Being a famous singer and dancer is not all its cracked up to be, trust me.
The fans, the money, the luxury… I would get them all up just to live. To not have to worry about the fact that they were only my friends for my money, or the fact that I needed a bodyguard when I went out so my fans wouldn't end up killing me. I could no longer go to the cinema or even just out shopping without someone recognising me. I had to watch the movies on my plasma as well as getting people to do my shopping for me.
You may think that all of this sounds glamorous. That it sounds wonderful and like a dream come true, but believe me it's more like hell.
Especially when you will never be able to experience love without thinking that they are only with you because of your fame. It's a horrible feeling.
You can't throw tantrums, get drunk, you pretty much can't do anything that would label you normal, without it being in the tabloids the very next day. And the reporters, ack! Don't even get me started on the those blood-sucking reporters! They twist the pictures into things that are completely untrue! I am so sick of my life being all over magazines! All over the T.V.! All over the newspaper! All over the whole freaking wide world!
Pretty much as soon as you get famous you have to become the perfect citizen, not a toe out of line.
I get to attend all kinds of balls and cocktail parties, oh what fun, without ever experiencing what it's like to be normal.
My name is Haruno Sakura, a.k.a. the Cherry. I am a famous dancer and singer and have been since I was 11 years old. 5 years later I am still living in this hell with no escape. I have pink hair and sparkling emerald eyes that have become dull in the 3 years I have began to hate this place. Welcome to my 'life' of Fame.
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I can't help but feel the ending was a little… unoriginal. What do you guys think? It will be an awesome story I promise. So many promising notes. XD