The jail cell was plain, not like anything Lady Gaga would have chosen herself. There was a bed in the far corner with a cream duvet cover - with no duvet inside - and pillow case to match. The sink was metal and there was a triangular mirror above it with a neon purple light around the edge.
Lady Gaga was stripped of her Versace and dressed in a leather black bodysuit like Mother G.O.A.T, but of course she didn't have hooves. They let her keep her black platformed heeled boots. She looked very tall but many of the guards and other prisoners were too. If she took her heels off she would be so small. She needed to show power if she wanted to escape.
Sirens echoed through the halls of the jails, rattling the cages of captured animals, making dogs howl and sleeping inmates moan. Lady Gaga forced her head through the higher gaps in her metal, caged prison door to see what all the commotion was about. A prisoner with long black hair and a unicorn horn sprinted through the prison halls. Dozens of guards ran after her. She stopped at Lady Gaga's cell and ran her fingers along the bars, leaving a trail of purple glitter, before running off again. Lady Gaga she tried to push open her door with great force, shaking it and shoving it to try and break free. But there was no use. She leant up against the bars as a few guards ran after the creature. One stopped and hit her door.
"Snap out of it, daydream."
She looked at him. He didn't look like the rest of the guards, just his costume. But his hair looked like it had been dyed dark from blonde.
He forced a smile before running after the other guards.
Lady Gaga thought she had seen the guard before. But he wasn't a guard. He was a friend. But she could remember his name.
"Hey, wait!" She shouted, but he had already disappeared round the corner.
She walked over to the sink and turned on the tap. She splashed her face with cold water and looked in the mirror. The purple light flickered.
I need to figure out a way to get out of here.
