We got a red light, pornographic, dance fight, systematic
honey, but we got no money
our hair is perfect while we're all getting ship-wrecked
its automatic
Honey but we got no money
Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah
we just like to party, like to p-p-party

~Beautiful, Dirty, Rich- Lady Gaga

BPOV:

My body trembled. How could he?

I was sitting cross-legged dying of the urge to jump out and introduce myself. There was a rack of clothing behind Alice so just by one small peek through the small rack of clothing I could get a real live look at the person I had admired so dearly. He had been the strong leader I wanted to be.

He wasn't the biggest hot shot in the celebrity world back in high school but boy was he everything to me. He sang about what was right, what was wrong, what was love, what was hate?

I was in such a deep pit hole of love that I was dying for Alice to mention me. I wanted his opinion of me, to improve if necessary, just for him.

I was a bit infatuated with him even though I was so sure he had been 40 by now. Alice cleared it up when she showed me the picture of the handsome boy, she called Edward.

He was extremely piercing with his hazel brown eyes and gentle, soft lips. He had the complexion of a handsome Greek God. His face was emphasized with the lines of his cheekbones, chin, high forehead, the bridge of his nose, and the elegant hold of his head. His head was always slightly crooked in the picture as he smiled amused at the photographer.

He held a deep warmth and deepness in his eyes.

I must peek at his physiognomy. It was the least I could have after all these years of worship. I looked out the window and let out a deep sigh. I clamped my hand over my mouth as soon as it got out. Whoops.

Alice gave the hanger a little shove. I continued to stare, relieved that Edward hadn't noticed.

"Bella is going to sing." She smiled like a mother on her child's first day at school. I felt warmth in my stomach at Alice's pride in me.

"What?" He hissed. His hazel brown eyes went wide and I didn't miss the anger. I flinched. Alice took a step back.

"Bella is going to be the opening act. The celebrities agreed it was time that she got a chance to make it big." She had the motherly smile back on. Edward however narrowed his vivid eyes.

"Edward, what is your problem?" She exclaimed bewildered.

"You are messing with the enemy!"

I frowned, how in the world was I his enemy?

She took another step back. I realized how hard she was trying to not push me away so I wouldn't miss this cruel, prejudicial boy's words. I narrowed my eyes, biting back the angry, salty tears.

"Edward you are officially paranoid. You're different from who you were back then." I'd never seen Alice angry. Except this one time when a group of spray-on tan blondes called me a freak because of my outfit. "Bella met Rosalie. She got them to remove the restraining order considering that two hit artist can't keep distance forever.
Edward you should get to meet her. She was in love with your work." I flinched at the word, was.

He scoffed and the pride was clear in his eyes. "More like, she was in love with me."

Alice's foot twitched. I wondered if she wanted to kick something. "Bella didn't know what you looked like till I met her. She though you were like 30 back when she was in high school. Everything did get to your head."

Edward stood there like a frozen statue. He never wavered in his cold, brooding gaze. Alice shook her head and turned to the opposite way which went past me. That was my cue to leave as soon as he did.

"I need to prepare Bella to beat you in music charts." Alice said, coolly. She walked two steps with the clicks of her platform heels I designed for her. They created the illusion of normal heels but they weren't.

"Alice I-"I put my attention away from Alice's feet and fixed it on Edward's pleading gaze.

"Save it, you've changed too much." She sighed. She walked off. The main host started talking and as soon as Alice turned a corner, Edward ran a hand through his penny-colored hair and ran off for the auditorium.

I got off my knees and took off as fast as I could to the stage. Alice noticed my stubbornly avoiding her gaze act.

"Bella, I swear he was never like that. He used to be the greatest guy I knew." She pleaded. I nodded still looking away.

"It's not you Alice. I just," I paused. "Alice I am so disappointed I pretty much worshipped such an arrogant guy."

"The boy you had worshipped is there, it's just that-"

I put my hand up as the crowd went crazy when my name was announced. We looked at each other firmly. We hugged and looked at bravely into the other one's eyes.

"Beautiful, dirty, rich" We whispered as 'good luck' words to the other one.

She gave me a deep smile knowing that this was the first song I wrote. It was my deepest inspiration of all my songs. I wanted to be famous, dirty, and beautiful.

What else could a girl want?

Well I wasn't going to go ahead and lie by saying I didn't want to jump Edward. That is the straight truth. Edward was perfection, an intimating being that simply made me want him.

Let's get it clear that I wanted his body. Not his being.

His being turned out to be proud, angry, bitter, and not the man I thought he was. He turned out to be a little boy.

I took a deep breath before the backstage coordinator indicated they were going to switch on the headphones.

She held up three fingers. Then she held up two. And then the last finger went down.

The curtain began to open and I relaxed to realize how comfortable I was under the clapping crowd. I raised the microphone to my lips.

Blow my speakers up

Just like in rehearsal I nailed it smoothly. I was heading back to my tour in a week and that left me a week in delightful New York. And for the first time, I could afford whatever and whoever I like.

Yum.

I love to make my characters arrogant and not humble. Being humble is real but this arrogance brings on Pride and Prejudice, ha-ha.

Please review, and there's a bunch of visuals for people on my profile, just go to the bottom and click on the link!