Authors Note: I'm baaaAAaack! And I bringith thee offerings! A new chapter!
Sarah's pity party was soon over when a loud knock came upon the door.
"What the HELL DO YOU WANT!!!!" Sarah screamed
"Miss. Williams, you have a visitor."
"Tell them to bug off!"
"Miss. Williams, he has a backstage pass."
"I don't care!!"
"Then we'll have to give him his 200$ back."
At the mention of money, Sarah smiled, "Give me 1 minute!"
She quickly wet down a cloth and put it over her eyes, taking away the redness. She slipped out of her stage costume and pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt.
"Okay!" She called.
Sarah heard to handle of the door turn, and open.
"Close the door!" She asked, her back facing her visitor.
She heard the door close and the lock turned.
Turning around Sarah started to talk, " I never said to lo-" but she stopped mid-sentence. It was him.
"Hello Sarah." The man said.
Somehow, Sarah wasn't surprised. "Hello Jareth."
The man gave her a funny look,"Jareth? My name is Thomas. I'm an editor for teenbeat magazine. We had an appointment today....?"
Sarah blinked and rubbed her eyes. When they came into focus again, she realized that it wasn't Jareth. This man wasn't at all handsome, and he was fat and balding. Sarah thought, "How could I mistake him for Jareth? I must be loaded..."
Thomas made a grunting noise, and Sarah came crashing back to reality.
"oh..right.." Sarah motioned for him to sit, and then she herself took a seat. "Now can we start? I really have a headache.."Sarah said impatiently as she held her head in her hands.
"Oh right!" Thomas flipped open his notepad, and clicked his pen, "First question, what inspired you to start a career in singing?"
Sarah groaned, It was a usual question, so she gave her usual bullshit answer,"Oh I always knew I would be a singer, I only had myself to inspire me."
Thomas nodded, and scribbled it down, "next question, your song, "lonely" are you describing your feelings?"
Sarah laughed, "Its just a song. It made me money. What do I care?"
Thomas frowned,"Okay..Only two more questions, your audience is mainly teens from ages 14 to 20, yet you yourself are 25. Do you think that there too young to listen to your music?"
"Well, if they can understand it, then I don't think it matters how old they are."
Thomas wrote it down quickly, "Okay last question, Are you happy?"
From her pathetic position, Sarah's head lifted a bit, "What kind of half-assed question is that?! Get out of my sight!!!"
"But Miss.."
"OUT!"
Thomas nodded grimly and got up from his seat. As he left, Sarah could hear him mutter under his breath, "bitch.."
Sarah laughed. It was a familiar term. She was called it often. "Maybe I'm going insane." She muttered. She arose from her seat and stumbled over to her vanity mirror. "haha" She giggled drunkly."Lookit that! A freak in my mirror!!" She pointed stupidly at the mirror, laughing wildly."Oh wait it's me!!!" finally, exhausted from laughing at her own joke, she fell asleep in front of her mirror.
From the other side of the mirror, two smiling mismatched eyes watched her sleeping form. "We will meet again."
Authors note: So, what do ya think?
Sarah's pity party was soon over when a loud knock came upon the door.
"What the HELL DO YOU WANT!!!!" Sarah screamed
"Miss. Williams, you have a visitor."
"Tell them to bug off!"
"Miss. Williams, he has a backstage pass."
"I don't care!!"
"Then we'll have to give him his 200$ back."
At the mention of money, Sarah smiled, "Give me 1 minute!"
She quickly wet down a cloth and put it over her eyes, taking away the redness. She slipped out of her stage costume and pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt.
"Okay!" She called.
Sarah heard to handle of the door turn, and open.
"Close the door!" She asked, her back facing her visitor.
She heard the door close and the lock turned.
Turning around Sarah started to talk, " I never said to lo-" but she stopped mid-sentence. It was him.
"Hello Sarah." The man said.
Somehow, Sarah wasn't surprised. "Hello Jareth."
The man gave her a funny look,"Jareth? My name is Thomas. I'm an editor for teenbeat magazine. We had an appointment today....?"
Sarah blinked and rubbed her eyes. When they came into focus again, she realized that it wasn't Jareth. This man wasn't at all handsome, and he was fat and balding. Sarah thought, "How could I mistake him for Jareth? I must be loaded..."
Thomas made a grunting noise, and Sarah came crashing back to reality.
"oh..right.." Sarah motioned for him to sit, and then she herself took a seat. "Now can we start? I really have a headache.."Sarah said impatiently as she held her head in her hands.
"Oh right!" Thomas flipped open his notepad, and clicked his pen, "First question, what inspired you to start a career in singing?"
Sarah groaned, It was a usual question, so she gave her usual bullshit answer,"Oh I always knew I would be a singer, I only had myself to inspire me."
Thomas nodded, and scribbled it down, "next question, your song, "lonely" are you describing your feelings?"
Sarah laughed, "Its just a song. It made me money. What do I care?"
Thomas frowned,"Okay..Only two more questions, your audience is mainly teens from ages 14 to 20, yet you yourself are 25. Do you think that there too young to listen to your music?"
"Well, if they can understand it, then I don't think it matters how old they are."
Thomas wrote it down quickly, "Okay last question, Are you happy?"
From her pathetic position, Sarah's head lifted a bit, "What kind of half-assed question is that?! Get out of my sight!!!"
"But Miss.."
"OUT!"
Thomas nodded grimly and got up from his seat. As he left, Sarah could hear him mutter under his breath, "bitch.."
Sarah laughed. It was a familiar term. She was called it often. "Maybe I'm going insane." She muttered. She arose from her seat and stumbled over to her vanity mirror. "haha" She giggled drunkly."Lookit that! A freak in my mirror!!" She pointed stupidly at the mirror, laughing wildly."Oh wait it's me!!!" finally, exhausted from laughing at her own joke, she fell asleep in front of her mirror.
From the other side of the mirror, two smiling mismatched eyes watched her sleeping form. "We will meet again."
Authors note: So, what do ya think?