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Lucky- Britney Spears
Some of the words have been changed to fit the situation
'This is a story about a girl named Lanna'
Lanna smiled almost posing as the cameras flashed around her, "Well of course I'm happy! Absolutely ecstatic!I'm a pop star! What more could I possibly want?".
The cameras didn't faze her. Although she couldn't say she liked the cameras. Or the ones holding them.
She stepped into the open door to her mansion, working not to shut a paparazzi person in the door.
Her smile quickly faded, her gorgeous brown eyes didn't gleam with the same happiness as they did just a minute ago. Being a pop star wasn't as glamorous as she thought it would be.
She snuggled into her fluffy bed and quickly fell asleep.
'Early mornin'. She wakes up. Knock, knock, knock on the door'
Lanna yawned sleepily, her almond shaped eyes darting over to the door. The knocks were sharp and insistent, "Who is it?".
'It's time for make-up, perfect smile. It's you they're all waitin' for'
Her butler, make-up artist, and hair dresser all scurried in.
"Guys, its like, 6 in the morning" She said, letting out a small befuddled laugh.
"Let's go- chop chop!" Her butler shouted, snapping his fingers. The make-up artist got to work, smearing eye-shadow over the lids Lanna's eyes. The hair stylist started to straighten her hair.
"Um, guys?" she smiled halfheartedly, "I can do this myself, you know".
"Yes, yes, of course" the butler replied, not even glancing at the girl. A pen twirled in his fingers as he scanned Lanna's schedule.
Lanna scowled. Well, as much as she could with the make-up artist layering her face with concealers. They couldn't just leave her be, could they? It wasn't difficult to do make-up, and they still couldn't let her do it herself?
After a while, they all finally left her alone.
'Isn't she lovely? This Hollywood girl and they say'
"She's so pretty!" The hair dresser whispered, "Isn't she so lovely?".
The make-up artist nodded, her hair bouncing all about.
It was obviously true, but to some people, beauty wasn't the only thing in the world that mattered.
'She's so lucky, she's a star. But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart thinking: if there's nothing missing in my life then why do these tears come at night?'.
"She's so lucky!" the make-up artist squealed, "She's a star!".
In the room, Lanna was in misery. Being a star didn't make you happy. You still had to have something in your life that brought you joy. And Lanna couldn't find anything.
Tears slipped down her cheeks, leaving lines where the blush was being washed off. The lonely girl whispered to herself, "If there's nothing missing in my life; then why do these tears come at night?".
'Lost in an image, in a dream. But there's no one there to wake her up. But tell me- what happens when it stops?'
She kept a smile plastered on her face as she heard millions of screaming fans. But under that smile was a river of tears that she hid so greatly. No one even suspected for a moment that she was unhappy. But why would they?
Her life was the perfect image of joy. Yet, she still couldn't find any. It seemed as if her life brought everyone else happiness, but her.
It wasn't fair.
'Isn't she lovely? This Hollywood girl and they say'
"She's so pretty!" "Look at that star!" "Lanna! Woo!". The screams went through one ear and out the other. Yet she wished so dearly that they could bring her just a small bit of joy.
'She's so lucky, she's a star. But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart thinking: if there's nothing missing in my life then why do these tears come at night?'.
Lanna sobbed in her room, leaving giant wet spots on her pillow. "Why? Why won't they stop?" She sobbed, "Why?".
"Best singer, and the winner is. . . Lanna!"
Screams of joy rang through the clearing as Lanna, in a beautiful blue gown, smiling as brightly as any person could, traversed down the red carpet. Even though the red carpet is for actors, they thought it was completely appropriate that Lanna walked down it.
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lanna!"
Lanna stepped through the doors onto the red carpet,
"Oh my god, here she comes!".
'Isn't she lucky? This Hollywood girl. She is so lucky, but why does she cry? If there's nothing missing in her life, why do tears come at night?'.
Tears, once again, blotted her mail. Then a brochure caught her eye.
"Come to Sunshine Islands! The best place for vacation, or just a little break!".
Sorry for the wait! Been working on requests, but I got those done - - Just need to be proof read before publishing! Thanks for reading! Please review, it makes my day!