Chapter 1
The small dreams I had begin to amount to nothing as the world around me darkens. The small house, identical to the drunk that lived behind us had many boring and lifeless memories; cleaning, going Dutch with an untidy bairn, looks and personality.
These minor recollections faded away until I was more. I am now a singer, a popstar, fixed smiles of my less than patrons. Revealing dresses stood like a mirror on the platforms. Bright and divulging spot lights hung like beautiful pendants on a queen’s neck, ones like on my own chest.
Red painted nails gracefully brushed a fair strand of hair off a perfect face that would have not existed with open eyes. Lights that were considerably darker suddenly appeared in front of me as my lids opened up: ′A sigh’ as I pushed the same stubborn strand of straw-like hair off my plain face with bare nails.
