I stare into the mirror. All I see is a blob. There's nothing special about this blob, it's just another ordinary shape. The blob picks up a comb and trys to brush her curly bright red hair. If you were to look at is blob, you wouldn't think much about it. I wouldn't. Wou'd think about just some normal person. To make it in the music, modelling or even acting biz, you have to be different. As the I lift up my arm, the blob does the same thing sincronized. The blob is me.