Here's another update. This one takes place in a bit of an AU... the way Misa's life would have gone if she hadn't been caught up with Kira and the Death Note.
I don't own Death Note.
Shine
"You're on in 5."
"Okay," Misa responded, nodding her head eagerly. She shot a tiny grin at her manager, who smiled back at her.
"Go show them what you've got, Misa Misa!"
Misa's grin widened. "You got it!" Someone beckoned her over to a stage entrance.
As always before a show, she went through her mental checklist carefully, to make sure she was properly prepared. 'Earrings… check. Outfit… perfect. Hair… perfect. Makeup… flawless.' A grin made its way across Misa's face, perfect white teeth peeking through cherry red lips.
Of course everything was going right. Misa Misa was a lucky girl, overall. Everyone thought so.
Her cue came, and she stepped out into the spotlight, barely resisting the urge to spread her arms wide and bask in the screams that came from her adoring audience. She felt so loved. It was intoxicating.
Yes, Misa Misa was a lucky girl. As she sang, the thought came to her head that it all felt so real. The burning of the stage lights against her skin, the overpowering noise engulfing her, thousands of pairs of eyes fixated on her. Her!
Nothing felt better than this.
'Take a look, everyone…
I'm a star!'