Concerning Christine
You… are beautiful.
You have a voice to break angels' hearts.
Your dancing is amazing beyond words.
And yet, you are not conceited.
You acknowledge those who help you
And never forget your friends.
I idolized you – for a while.
Right until you tore the heart out of the chest
Of the one man on this planet most perfect for you,
For me,
For any woman in the arts.
He gave you everything you wanted and needed.
He gave you his all.
Yet you threw it away for… what?
A pretty boy (who's actually pretty damn ugly)?
He didn't care enough to talk to you for years!
And the man you hurt – he's been there since the
Beginning. You obviously don't care about personality, or
How the other feels, or looks, or the obvious attraction
You had.
No… I've come to the conclusion that you wanted
MONEY!
So you'll condemn a poor soul to hell…
For a little cash?
Does that matter in love?
Damn you, my fallen idol.
May you rot in that fiery furnace
Or at least meet an excruciatingly painful end!