well. my first fan fic. i thought Alexi Darling should get a chance to tell her story. it might not be that good but reveiw anyway. burns are welcome
Disclaimer: Alexi Darling belongs to the late great Jonathon Larson.
I guess it all started the day I turned 18. I woke up that fateful day with dreams.
Dreams of becoming an actress, getting famous, marrying John Travolta and living
forever with him in the limelight. But as most of us know, sometimes u can start out with dreams and end up with a nightmare.
That's what I thought as I stepped outside the studio in my red blazer and pants suit. I shook a cigarette out of my pack of Marlboros and held it up 2 my too red freshly painted lips. I'm up to three packs a day now. Can you believe that? Three fucking packs? I should just shoot myself now. But no one knows. No one probably cares. "Alexi? Um hi…uh ten minutes." The nervous looking intern interrupts my train of thought. "Whatever." I light the cigarette with my free hand, and it was like lighting up my past.
That morning…My birthday…So clear…I can see it.
I woke up to the sound of screaming downstairs. Mom must have burned breakfast again. "You stupid bitch," I hear my father's voice "I work eleven FUCKING hours a day and you cant FUCKING make me a decent meal without burning the FUCKING house down! You FUCKING whore!" I heard a loud whack and the sound of my mothers whimpering. If a man ever treated me like that I'd just hit the lazy basted back. Oh shit he's coming upstairs. "JANICE DINESE WIESS!" he says through the door." You get you lazy ass down here." I got up slowly and pulled a white shirt over my head with the words "Saturday Night Fever" written across the chest.