Renee Roberts sat up. She was on the floor of the recording studio. "What just happened?" she asked. "I don't know" her manager said. She sighed and stood up. "Well let's get started" she said. She walked to microphone and opened her mouth to sing:
"Hey there Superstar
You aren't just a normal girl
You kick it and you rock it
You're a star, girl, you're a star
You can rule the world and take control
You show every guy what they're missing
Prep, Goth, Skater, Nerd
You don't need a label
'Cause you're a Superstar girl
Mean Girl, Nice Girl
You are who you wanna be
Drama Queen, Show off
You do what'cha wanna do
You can rock the world
You are star
Looking for a Star
You've got Star power
You're a Superstar
You're a Superstar
You're a Superstar
You're a Superstar Girl"
She loved Superstar it was one of her newest songs and she had wrote it her self. She smiled as she left the studio with her manager. They were headed back to the apartment they owned and she was going to see if any good film roles had come. Once they arrived at the apartment she sat down to read but her mind was on the weird light and she couldn't figure out what it was. As she got ready for bead that night she noticed something around her belly button: it was a mark of some type and it hadn't been there in the morning. She paused to look at it then pulled on her hot pink tank top and satin pants and crawled into bed. The next morning she woke up and pulled on a pair of expensive Sevens jeans, a violet halter top and a pair of Jimmy Choo purple leather high-heeled ankle boots. She smiled at her reflection and walked out the door followed by her manager. She had a interview with Teen People magazine and she was way ready as she walked in. Lots of people tended to peg Renee as the "rebel teen" because of her large attitude but she was nice when she wanted to be. She smiled and walked into the Teen people building. The editor was waiting for her and together they headed into the interview and after the interview there was going to be photo shoot because she was going to be on the cover. The editor stated firing questions and she answered them just as fast. When the time came of the cover shoot she was handed a pale blue tank top with a silver star on the front and a pair of faded boot-cut Juicy jeans and purple sneakers. Renée smiled as she struck pose after pose until they had hit on the right one: a hand on her hip and the other hand just hanging. After the photo shoot and interview she headed back to the apartment to think to herself about her life. Soon she was going to co-host "Real Talent" a show that developed young singers and actresses.