Stella's Backstory
Stella LaRoux was a writer who happened to be sitting down by herself in her Boston-based apartment, lost in an old photo album. She loved sitting on this particular couch that was nestled between a blushing pink heart-shaped wall clock and a beautiful French window.
Stella may have chosen to live in this tiny studio in the middle of the Boston Suburbs, but she took the trouble to ensure that her little hangout was well-decorated and cute overall.
She wanted it to be a place she could call home. Stella came from a well-to-do family back home in the Alabama Countryside and was over-protected as a teenager. However, she had secretly always wanted her own way.
She reminisced deeply about the times when, as a gawky kid, she did have a couple of awkward moments. But Stella was a fighter. She felt she was evolving.
A little more every day. She had made the decision to be a full-time writer and had already published a book entitled 'Making Conversations for Shy People.' This book was doing remarkably well sales-wise.
Stella was also a nerd at the core of her being. She was a deeply intelligent human being. She seemed to want out of her restrictive upbringing.
But as she reclined a little on the comfy pale blue suede couch, she ran her hands over its soft surface and realised that living on her own terms was not going to be as easy as she thought.
Even as a kid, she realised she always took a back seat. Not that she didn’t know how to get around, it was just that things always moved a little slow in her life, and on her own, she would have to try to adjust to the big, bad world.
Stella had a picture of Jesus Christ on her wall. In it he looked a lot like the handsome George Harrison. She always secretly admired the Lord and felt the marks in his feet and hands.
Stella La Roux knew finding her own voice in this world would be liberating after her rocky homework homework-laden childhood. It might even make her wealthy. It might even lead to a more glorious destiny in the future, if she were consistent with the small efforts at being that person she always knew she was.
Stella La Roux happened to have an online blog that was raking in enough money to pay for her apartment bills. If she worked hard at her writing life, it could mean a world of possibilities. Maybe the big guy in the sky had plans after all.
She also knew, as she felt the overly soft surface of the very blue sofa that she was literally drowning in, that ‘it was a big, bad world’ and some of the things she had learned about life were going to help her, as a person.
And she had to be the parent now. At least to herself. And be there for herself too. She thought about how her childhood experiences had made her the independent-minded young woman she was today.
Stella got off the comfy couch and decided to do a little hard work. She decided to get some sunflower crackers and baked beans that she had kept in her pantry.
Better believe it, Stella knew that fitness and health was all about eating healthy. She was aware that weight loss was easier if you ate reasonably and healthily. Stella’s social media was filled with pictures of tasty-looking salads. Just so you felt drawn to cook them, and less attracted to the cold but ancient pizza that was also in the fridge, but left untouched.
Stella looked in the mirror at her reflection. She saw her beautiful blonde but slightly messy hair and cute freckles. There was more to her seemingly infantile blue eyes, and they were actually really deep and almost piercing...
Somehow Stella knew that she was different. She was someone with the potential to write the kind of things that dreams were made of. She was also aware that if she worked hard, she could change her life.
Her lips were full, but Stella preferred to be a gloss girl. At least for now. At least until that charming soul mate arrived to help her break the mould, and meet that one person who could answer all of those unanswered questions. The one person who, when you looked into their eyes deeply, you already knew. The one person who would answer those longing questions of her soul.
Stella put a little foundation on her skin, her usual sticky long-wear lip gloss, and a little smudged kohl. She tied her hair neatly behind her head, but let her bangs frame her face so she still looked like a nymph, even though a little reserved.
Her full lips and bright eyes made her look amazing, a butterfly that could be spotted from afar. A chosen one of sorts. It looked like she could trust in the next chapter because she knew the author. Someone with beautiful dreams and some degree of talent. Someone with a story to tell, and an unfolding dream. Some one who deserved the best the Universe had to offer them, but it was upto her.
Stella looked one last time at her reflection in the mirror. After throwing on a skin-toned cardigan and skinny jeans, she decided to go to the nearby coffee shop that she loved. There, she got inspiration for her content writing gigs (blog articles for her blog entitled 'Stella's Rosy Galaxy'). She loved this particular cafe. She loved the environment and the fact that the crowd consisted mostly of students and working people with laptops.
Stella La Roux liked the work-from-home ideology, and she also loved writing her heart out because writers were different. Also, her first book, ‘Conversations for Shy People’ was just published and was doing pretty well. Little did Stella know that she was going to have a conversation with someone in the near future that would make her dreams a reality. Possibly he read her book, and was interested in helping her do the best with her dreams.
