One In A Million

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                Three weeks, fourteen concerts and one epic sugar rush later, I'm walking down the streets on a pouring rain Thursday night. The street lights lit up the deserted streets as the raindrops rolled off my brim.

            So, I had millions of fans, most of them were cross Directioners, an epic fan base and I've never sang anything but covers. Right now, I'm known as Cover Girl.

But, in Europe, I'm more commonly known as Hoodie Hider.

Explanation: Just to stay free of the ever-growing paparazzi, I hide my face in hoodies and snapbacks.

Today was no exception, I was walking home from the park with Josh. He still called me his princess as if that was my name.

   My black ankle boots shone under the shop lights as I made my way home on the deathly dark, crowded sidewalks.

    I laughed, thinking about my big head, I honestly thought the boys would have to deflate it.

The fans and popularity almost consumed me, explaining my on-stage arrogance attack. I mean, I didn't mean for it to be like that, but, well, it happened. I knew it was all rush-of-the-moment stuff, and was purely conceited. I saw it, and I wasn't about to turn out like Justin Bieber.

But, I just wanted all of it, the fame, the fans, the base, the clothes, people waiting on my every need.

All I want is everything . . .

   An idea struck and the music played in my head. I smiled bigger. My first song.

   I lifted my head and ran towards the huge gated WIFI area that people usually come to when they need an escape, my second home really.

   I opened the gate and left my hood up, I took a napkin and stray pen, writing down the lyrics to the first of the fifteen songs I had to write.

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    I smiled at my finished piece. Then I got an idea. I stood up on the table I had been using and flipped my gray hood from my head. People gasped, I had been there a lot but never as myself, always as 'Hoodie Hider.'

        "As you know, I'm Lily Stomp! By pure genius luck," I laughed at the arrogance popping up again, "I just wrote the first song on my debut album and you will be the first and only people to hear it until then! This song is not me being selfish but merely a single thought that evolved further than I thought it would! So here we go!"

   The many people in my little hangout clapped and wooped, I smiled and glanced at the napkin in my hand.

 Loud voice, table dancing, prancing in heels, mimicking little girls, my life now.

"I feel delirious, come let's get out of here

We're so anonymous but it's all coming clear

We're heading for the sky

And we'll get lost in it cause

All I want, all I want, all I want

Is everything

And I will pose if I wanna

And will vogue like Madonna

I might not dance like MJ RIP

But I will give the best of me

All I want is everything

Yes everything too much is not enough

I'm sick of settling for in between

And I'm not givin' up