In Too Deep

Introduction

"This way! Miss Wilson over here! Wow, you look great tonight! 

What do you have to say to the critics about your latest album? Where is Mr. Bright ? Are those rumors about your return to the stage true? What do you have to say to those who say you don't have the balls to go on stage anymore? Why did you disappear for so long?! "

Poor me for thinking that the noise and commotion of getting out of the car would subside once on the red carpet ! All the paparazzi and reporters are getting excited and agitated in front of my eyes. I don't even pose in front of the photographers and try to keep my eyes straight and cool. 

In reality, I am terrified by all this commotion.

Trevor, my bodyguard, whispers in my ear : "Rosie, you have to move on." 

I turn back to him and by reading the look on my face, Trevor guesses that I'm not feeling well.

"Come on Rosie, you can do it, everything will be calmer once you get inside", he says as he gently places a hand on my lower back.

My body begins to move mechanically and, like a shadow of my former self, I walk towards the stairs overhung by large black doors.

Once up the stairs, I turn around and look at the crowd of celebrities and journalists at the bottom of the steps. My 'moment of glory' is over, the backs have already turned to the next gossip.

I wonder how my life came to this. I've never felt so alone and desperate as in these moments of pure fame. Paradoxical, isn't it? Despite my life of psychological wandering and misery, nothing has ever pushed me as hard as this human distance that I have to face every day. 

My long-awaited return to the stage is more difficult than I thought...