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e stadium, screaming my name and how much they love me. I want to shout it back at them b

the music and moved to different corners of the stage for each of th

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different pink and black patterns so they would match my short-sleeved and collared latex dress. As the beat hit, we star

m lying to them. I’m singing a song about being myself while pretending to be someone else. As mu

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e success of the world tour and congratulate ourselves for the hard work we put in to make this show awesome. This is something I did no

s not me, nor

he view. I did not mind it because I've been doing this for years. I stepped outside and closed the door. Although I’m still facing the door, I can see the lights flash so bright and quick that I’m afraid if I turn around, I may have a seizure. But still, I turn around

ams growing louder and louder every step. I am looking straightforward, trying to ignore the non-VIPs who are struggling to reach their merch out to me due to the barricade and other bodyguards blocking their way. I can hear the clicks of the

y emotions must’ve been painted on my face because then the same bodyguard s

eft opened the door to the car. I turned around and stared at my loyal fans one more time, seeing their faces lit up and screaming endless I love yous made my smile shine brighter. I opened my mouth to say something but again, the bodyguard that was on my right pushed me inside

ing and screaming at the limo. Although they are struggling from the hands of enormous beasts, th

sitting on another long chair opposite me. “There are no cameras.”

t what I w

lled out a pressed powder and dabs the powder puff on the foundation then

ur but try to hold myself back. “N

wder to use its mirror then put it down on a long dark oak table. She then pick the lipstick up from the table an

s and buildings. I shouldn’t have given attention to an attention-seek

nd how to fight against the evils in the world. Just be a badass but for a good cause, you know? Because rock is not always sad and ‘emo.’ Rock is empowerment. It’s all about standing up although you’re already beaten down, fight alth

and I convinced them and the media that

s ‘come true’. I was excited as a 12-year-old but as I grew u

reams are finally coming true. But then she told me to write something different. I should write a song about happiness and love because “No one will ever listen to a song so gloomy and dark--it wi

hear her laugh, sweet and soft in the ears, but when I turn to look, there is a sl

h curler on the table softly wi

can stop now.” I said it sarcastically

“Ani~” she cooed but I ignored, too tired to care. I’m just waiting for what she’s gonna say next. “Aww~ Anya’s really tired at the moment Companyans~” I look back at mom and she’s holding her pink gold iPhone Xs up, its ‘eyes’ felt like glaring at me. “So you all can just talk to

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er screen and tapping around it.

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and some are videos with captions only she thinks it’s funny--damn I forgot I’m still wearing this stupid wig. I checked the views and it already reached millions. “Oh, sorry honey~ I should’ve asked for your permission. But it’s

don’t care if I finally laid my full attention t

opped when she realized I really don’t know what’s h

t hold my anger anymor

o while confusion is still glued to mine. “So your sched’ starts at 8 in the morning, you’ll be gym-ing. 12 Noon is the practice up to 3 then 2 hours of rest and more practice since there are a lot of new things added to your show. The same thing goes for Friday exce

hing through my veins. “Mom, I'm tired. My head hurts, everything hurts! Recording, fan-signing e

eat and leaned closer, her arms resting on her thigh

t felt good. “I’m fucking tired, my head and my body hurt--just in case your ears did not hear m

direction she nods to and there I see our big guys sitting in a two-seat facing our direction, they are on their phones watching

nger still lingers. “I’m not being rude

y mom raising her voice but they refused to look up and the meow sounds kept playing on their phones. “You cussed at your mom and that is bad!” She leaned int

y head: You’ll be gone, people will hate you, you will never achieve this success if it wasn’

king down. Both of her words and her gaze working together to take every inch of my truth

l made her a bit taller, she then went ‘round the table and sat beside me. The car then started moving again. She held my hand which’s resting on my lap. “You know I cared for you~” then she hugged me, one arm over me. I can fee

le “Yeah.” I said quietly. She squealed a yay and told me about the things she p

h her voice to make her sound younger. She took my colors in order to shine brighter than me.

listened to my si

th, and prosperity comes with misfortune. Like Hansel and Gretel finding a gingerbread house filled with sweets; they thought they had it

iverse takes it away from you. Like when you’re watching too much Netflix and you

nd everything will sudd

ys you can sta

s--because people will take a part of it from you after you enjoyed it. This

ila now glaring through the dancing trees. I wonder if those lights will

rees dance with the wind? Should I just let the wind take the voice a

ach other. I don’t see the city anymore and it’s just trees. Although there’s light, it still looks dark...Is this

e show is j