A/N: Here's the first chapter of the fic, please enjoy! So, the chapter titles are all going to be song titles or parodies on song titles.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or Don't Let Me Get Me by P!NK (chapter title)

Ah, the smell of sweat and makeup in the afternoon. That's probably what I've smelt like (other than various perfumes) for about the last twelve years of my life. And I'm sixteen.

My sad and completely unfair story began when I was five. That's when I started going to school here. And when I say 'here' I mean the Moenia School of Musical Arts or in short, diva school. Moenia is a city of Naboo, well known for its high population of musicians, artists, and writers. It's pretty close to Theed, the capital. But anyways, back to the story.

I was forced to go to this school for my whole life. And in truth, I really hated it here. The people, the teachers, the only thing I actually liked was the building.
I think I must have some kind of illness. Generally all Theelins' dreams are to become Diva, it's our religion, but me, I always wanted to do something else with my life. But, I never knew what that something was.

"That's some rehearsal, eh Latts?" Asked Tiffany, the closest person to a friend I had (I was generally a social outcast). Tiffany was a teal Twi'lek who tended to sport green clothing.

"Yup." I said dully.

"Why so glum? You sang perfectly?" She asked.

"I don't know." I lied.

"Look, Latts," Tiffany stated. "You have a great voice, you can dance."

"Yeah, that's because I've been having it drilled into my head since I was five!" I reminded her.

"Well, so have all the rest of us, and you're still better than them." Tiffany said, gesturing to a group of girls near us.

It was Alexa, Tina, Xilda, and Yorena. They were some of the most annoying people in the school.

"Well, I think they're only here for the outfits." I shrugged.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is, and don't be offended, this is probably the best job you're gonna get. Think about it, after graduation, they practically give us jobs." Tiffany explained.

"Well, I need to get out of this monstrosity." I muttered, going off to the dressing room.

Once we had changed back into our normal clothes (which were still dresses), we walked back out to the auditorium and sat down. Most of the class was out there already, but one every one sat back down, our teacher, Mrs. Fleuri, walked out onto the stage.

"That was a great rehearsal, I just hope we can keep it that good for the performance." Mrs. Fleuri said. "My only concern is James. You will need a microphone. You sing way too quietly. And Latts, please try not to look like you're falling asleep." Several students chuckled.

"Class dismissed." She yelled.

I practically ran out of the class, as usual. I grabbed my books and exited the building, beginning my trek home. Eventually, Tiffany caught up with me.

"I'm sorry about what happened back there." She frowned.

"What? That happens all the time. 'be careful, your face might freeze that way'." I said, mockingly.

"Yeah. But, this is the only way of life you know. What else could you do?" She asked.

"I don't know." I stated.

"Well, you have nice parents. You could stay-"

"No. My parents are rich, that's not the same thing as nice." I stated.

"It wasn't right that you lost your mother and your dad remarried a brat." Tiffany sighed.

"You can say that again." I muttered. "I was always closer to my mother. With my father, well, I don't resemble him at all. He has light green skin, navy blue hair, and grey eyes."

"That is…odd. But still, I bet he loves you." Tiffany said, trying to reassure.

"I don't know about that." I said.

A/N: Hope you guys are liking it so far. All the song related chapter titles are going to relate to the chapter they are for, so... yeah (but I bet you could've figured that out). Please review, and thanks for reading.