Disclaimer: I own no characters just the things that come up in my mind.
People love to hate me. They see what they want and pretend to know me. The "real" me. But how can they know me, when I don't even know my own self. Having my every move watched, judged, is probably one of the hardest things in the world. We were suppose to have our fairy tale ending. I don't know if that'll happen.
I had been in the business for about two years. I was at the kind of artist that everyone knew my songs but no one knew me. I was okay with that, for right now. Back then, I had been a good little girl. I didn't drink, I didn't do drugs. The only thing I did that would be considered 'bad' was smoke Mary-Jane.
I wasn't one to dress up, but my manager insisted, saying that tonight was my night. Little did I know, it would be the night that I met my one true love. After having my hair styled into some kind of bun, and make up smeared on my face, it was time to come face to face with some of the biggest names in the business.
When we pulled up next to the building, I pulled down the mirror and stared into my doe brown eyes. I remember the red around the brown made my eyes look small. I mostly remeber how happy I looked. I felt so pretty that night. I was on top of the world. People were listening to my music, people enjoyed my music.
After being at the party for a couple hours, I was ready to leave. I had danced, laughed, and had an amazing time, but my feet hurt. After telling my manager I was leaving, I headed out. The fresh air outside was so refreshing after being inside that stuffy club felt amazing in my lungs.
At the time nothing beat breathing in the salty, ocean air. I slipped my heels off and headed toward the hotel.
I thought that night was the best night of my life. Until the next day.
Author's note:
I hope you guys stay on this ride with me. I think it'll be very emotional, but a good story. Or atleast I hope haha.