Why is life so perfect? I can’t wish for anything anymore. I just got here on my hotel unit from my fifth concert. I have a World Tour Concert and eighty more concerts were left.
I walked into the living room and met by hundreds of gifts, flowers, cards, CD’s and personalized albums from my fans. I love my fans so much, they are very supportive. And if it’s not for them, I am not here.
I took out a bottle of mineral water from the mini fridge and drank it. I went into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. My face was still covered with thick layers of make-up. I smiled at myself from the mirror.
I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the bathtub. It is already prepared for me, filled with strawberry scented bubbles and rose petals. I laid there and closed my eyes.
“I talk a lot of shhh.. when I’m drinking baby!”
“I’m known to go a little too fast!”
Hmmm… What is that noise? Will “The Vamps” would be on my next concert?
“Don’t mind all my friends, I know they’re all crazy!”
“But they’re the only friends that I have!”
I peeked with my one eye and saw a white sheet.
“I know I don’t know you!”
“But I’d like to skip the small talk and romance girl!”
I felt my surroundings and I’m not in the bathtub anymore. I think I’m on a bed. How did I get here?
I looked around to find the source of the noise. My head hurts. My eyes hurt too. I closed my eyes again and touched the bed around me. I felt a small rectangular object. I think it’s where the noise coming from. I grabbed it and looked at it with narrowed eyes.
I just stared at it until I realize that it is my phone. My old phone! Didn’t I buy a new one after my first concert?
I closed my eyes, wondering how did it get back to me. Until it sunk into me that I was dreaming. It was all a dream!
I abruptly opened my eyes and looked at the screen of my phone.
Cristina was calling! Why?
“Yes, Cris?” I asked still half asleep.
“Good Morning, little sister!” she chirped from the other end.
“Good Morning too? Did you change my ring tone?”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha. Yes! I’m sorry. I changed my number’s ring tone before you left and I forgot to tell you. So, how’s your audition?”
“What?” I asked, now fully awake because of her question.
“Your audition. What happened to your audition?”
“Ahm..,” should I tell her? But they will get worried! She’s your sister, silly! She’ll understand! “Ahm.. It’s fine. It’s fine. They said that they’ll just call me.” I lied. What on earth are you doing, Cres? Hmm.
“Really?! Congratulations! I can’t wait to tell them! Wait a minute! I’ll be back!” she said and hang up.
I put down my phone and sighed.
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The Star and the Wanna Be
Teen FictionTwenty-two year old Creselda Evans an aspiring singer (according to her), flew all the way from Oregon to New York to chase her dreams. She is going to audition at the well known Stars Recording Company to become a famous singer. But ended up as an...
