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Beautiful Nightmares
Chapter Two
Nothing felt more clawsome than a huge order of chilling cheese fries along with a nice big fountain soda. It made her burp a little more than usual but nothing too out of the ordinary. "How are they Miss Noir?" William Tabby, her chauffeur asked her as he watched her in the rear view mirror daintily wiping her lips with a napkin.
"Frightfully delicious." There was no denying this was her favorite food of all unlife, she munched down happily purring in the midst of doing so.
He grinned, "I can tell." But there was so much more that he could tell. Having been around Miss Noir since she was but a mere kitten, she was practically his own he'd known her for so long. He knew when she was sad, mad, happy, estranged, stewing in her thoughts, frustrated. He could even tell if she was experiencing indigestion, which she surely would be if she didn't slow down on her comfort food of choice, but she was preparing for a world tour and had to do some appearances and shows here and there locally before going all out.
It was a full night and day's schedule for a famous monster such as herself. She worked hard for her fame and she wasn't ungrateful but at the same time she was so young upon achieving it – she didn't have the time to appreciate her own childhood before growing up in front of flashing cameras and singing for a living while some sat at a desk from 9 – 5.
She started out stretching and yawning at whatever undeadly time, being rushed out to get her hair and make up done just because, her nails manicured and pedicured just so. Rush to rehearsals, spend hours getting routines and songs right. Choreographers and dancers, flashing lights and pyrotechnics. All for her worldwide, 'Undergrounded' tour.
She loved doing what she did, being the poster pop-music sweetheart on the scene and all the while being that wholesome, respectful speaking ghoul she always had been didn't wear her down. She knew every single one of her fans were the ones to thank for her successes. But it was the little things in the industry that were really beginning to irk Catty.
Things such as not even having a say in the setlist to her own concert. She'd been penning down songs for weeks now and none of them were even given a listen to. Catty felt like nothing more than a puppet on a string and no more would she feel that way. Oh no, this ghoul was going to stand up for herself one way or another!
But sure she had confidence now and William would pep-talk her and build it up even higher and as soon as she confronted her manager, he brought her right back down to where he felt she should be – just doing her 'job'. Nothing more, nothing less.
To Catty, entertaining young and older ghouls and monsters around the world was what she wanted to do. It wasn't just another 'job' or 'gig' that she was forced to do because she had to. Being paid for doing what she loved was just a bonus, the money... all her material possessions meant nothing to her. Her fans and wanting to keep in touch with them meant everything. Why couldn't she be her own popstar, and not what the industry is trying to make her out to be?
Catty Noir was not your average spoiled, rotten, self-absorbed popstar. No, she's someone entirely different. But, does anyone know who she truly is? What do her fans think she's like? It's something she'd love to do, get up close and personal with the fans – to see what they believed.
"A lot on your mind tonight dear?" Tabby asked her, drumming his furry paws on the steering wheel awaiting her answer.
Catty nodded after setting aside a take out bag with all the wrappers and garbage in it, keeping the limousine clean and tidy just the way it was when she got in. "Yeah, I guess. I'm so tired William." She told him truthfully, leaning back into the seat further.
"A nice warm glass of milk to aide sleep?"
"No, no... not that kind of tired. I'm... all over tired. I'm tired of taking orders from managers and being told what to sing to my own fans. I'm tired of being told what to wear, how to do my hair, having my make-up done for me. I'm tired of listening to everyone else, I just wanna listen to me and what I want to sing for my fans I should be able to sing to them if I darn well please." Even when she was angry, she had a sweet demeanour to her. "If my fans are true and loyal, they'll still come see me if I sing my own handwritten songs, won't they?"
William shrugged his shoulders, "It's hard to say dear. I mean, some monsters are only followers, sheep if you will. They just follow all the latest trends and they'd much rather follow someone else than be themselves. Just because their leader likes something, they do too. But there are some monsters out there who do their own independent thing and yes, whom are true fans. And there's also many monsters out there who don't like you or your music, but that's not something to worry about because, no matter what – you're always being talked about which is good for the industry you're in." He sighed, Catty was such a soft soul to be in this industry. Perhaps the only pure one left of her kind. "The music scene is so cutthroat Catty, they can ditch you today and have the next up and coming tomorrow. I'm not telling you to continue doing what they're telling you to do because I can see you aren't enjoying it. So there's only one solution to the problem."
Catty was all ears listening to her wise chauffeur, feeling so grateful to have him in her life. "And that would be...?"
He simply said, "Take a hiatus. Drop your manager, record label, focus on you for awhile and come back figuring out what you want to do, where you want your music to go, hire another manager, get a new label and promote your new and improved sound. It's much easier said than done of course, it's not going to happen overnight. It's a big change and you have to expect a turn around in fans. You'll lose some, but gain some perhaps. I'm an old soul on his sixth life, what do I know?" Smiling, he looked back at her briefly through the rearview mirror. "Only you know what you want Catty, and only you can go get it."
Catty nodded, letting this new advice sink in. "Okay, let's do it."
"I'm sorry Miss?"
She looked so hopeful that William just couldn't turn her next request down even if he wanted to. "I want you to keep driving, just keep driving until we completely run out of gas and that my dear friend, is where Catty Noir is going to find and revamp herself."
William Tabby grinned himself at the wonderful idea, "I just filled the tank before picking you up. I do love the sound and scenery of a good road trip."
Catty clapped and lightly squeaked with excitement. For once in her life, she was thrilled travelling with no set destination, rehearsals and dances to memorize. She was taking a little vacation for herself and it couldn't have come a moment too soon.
