Limelight parts 1,2, will all be included in this book. Part 3 will be separate.
All her life Delilah Smith, soon known as Sapphire, yearned to be one of the greatest among her idols. It wasn't until the approaching summer of 1976, when her fantasy...
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Delilah watched over the downtown area, letting the breeze flow through her hair and erase her tears. She still couldn't believe that her father kicked her to the curb, and furthermore she couldn't believe that he put his hands on her. Something he never did before.
The night was unusually quiet for downtown, but she didn't mind for it was exactly what she needed... an escape from all the madness on her side of town. She rested her arms on the railing as she glanced up to the night sky in search of any stars, yet as always there were none.
" I brought you a few things. Is my gown fitting you right?" The voice of her music teacher, Ms. Nancy McNeill, said to her as she climbed out the window. Delilah smiled slyly as she took a seat on the small cushioned stool nearby.
" Yeah, it's perfect...Thank you again for letting me stay here. " Delilah sighed.
Ms. McNeill lived in a studio apartment near the downtown area. It was three levels, the bottom her kitchen and living room, the middle her room, and the top a small area where she kept her piano along with her shelves of many music records.
Ms. McNeill smiled. " No need to thank me...Do you remember how you got this cut...well gash I should say?" Ms. McNeill asked her, tapping it lightly to disinfect the cut on her left brow ridge. Delilah winced a bit before she simply shook her head. But she wasn't buying it.
" Delilah you know you can tell me anything, right?" Delilah nodded as she watched her prepare to place the bandage on her.
She only faintlyremembered knocking her head against the edge of something when her father slapped her. But her emotional pain overpowered any physical pain at the moment, but now that she calmed down she felt every ounce of it.
" I can't believe he kicked me out..."she whispered once her cut was covered. Ms. McNeill's expression softened as she took a seat on the stool next to her. " I should've never sung that song... I just don't know what came over me. It's like I couldn't control myself—"
" Because it's not something for you to control. A persons' passion doesn't just go away, it remains deep inside you. And the more you push it away the harder it fights back until it just ... erupts. "
Delilah played with her fingers as she felt herself on the verge of tearing up again. Sometimes she hated how vulnerable she could be around people, her sensitivity was something she always tried to cover up but failed to do so each time.
" Sometimes I just wish that I was normal, you know?" Delilah admitted barely above a whisper.
" Normal?" Ms. McNeill frowned. " Sweetie there is no such thing as normal—"
