With a prompt like "star," it was hard not to go Christmas themed, but I prevailed. Hope you enjoy.
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The concert was ending, the final encore performed on
stage. Already, audience members headed
for the exits, wanting to beat the crush of cars at the exit, on the freeway,
make it home in decent time. In the dark of a moonless night, next to a
nondescript door, away from the bright lights of the packed parking lot, a lone
girl stood, shivering in her micro mini, thin pleather jacket pulled tight over
sequined halter top, wobbling on the ice pick heels of thigh high boots. Huddling further into her jacket, she crowded
the side of the building, hoping for some relief from the late fall winds
sloughing past.
It won’t be long now, she comforted herself with the
imagined warmth of the waiting tour bus.
In mere moments she expected the doors beside her to burst open as
roadies carted out the band’s equipment.
Then he would follow. The man
whose image grazed her bedroom walls in posters too numerous to count. Even now, she tunelessly hummed his latest
hit, imagining his throaty voice in her ear, singing just for her alone. Any moment now, he will walk through those
doors. She’ll catch his eye. And she knows that’s all it’ll take. That’s all it took for her, from the moment
she saw his picture, heard his first song.
It didn’t matter that he was a pop star with hit records, Grammy awards,
and traveled the world; that she was a small town girl, living with her mother
and little brother in a double wide trailer.
It didn’t matter they had nothing in common. His songs told her just how much he
understood her. All it would take, she
knew, was one meeting, one smile, one hello, and she’d be invited on that warm
tour bus, whisked off to her bright future.
Any moment now, and those doors would open. Her future would begin. Any moment.
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Till next time,
L
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