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Glamourous

Thought of this while listening to Fergie's Glamourous. Just something short about a rags-to-riches girl.

GLAMOUROUS

The cold morning breeze of New York.

She enjoyed it immensely. She was sitting on a chair, outside in her balcony. She sipped her coffee gracefully and slowly.

New York was lively as it had been a few hours ago when she arrived at 12 AM in the morning. She often wished to go back to the simpler times in her life, when her biggest problem was impressing the cutest boy in her grade.

'Funny,' She thought. Now he was the one trying to impress her. And so were a lot of men. She knew that she was too good for them. Half of them made fun of her when she was younger. She swore that she would get them back, and she did. The other half humiliated her. Underestimated her when she was just starting in the industry. Taking her first steps.

She was world-famous and everybody knew her. Women were closely keeping track of everything she wore, trying to follow the latest trend. She was a trend-setter. She chuckled, remembering that when she was in 7th grade she was one of those people, obsessing over the newest thing and begging her mom to buy it. Or saving up months of allowance to afford it. She would stare at the popular girls with envy, admiring their handbags and dresses. They were stylish and they knew it.

She was just someone that blended into the background. She was rarely bullied and she often tried to stay out of the way. She got average grades and came from a middle-class family. Of course, when she was interviewed she would spruce up her childhood so that the masses would think that she was 'relatable'.

She didn't feel guilty for it. You have to do what you have to do. She wasn't stupid. She was active on social media and interacted with her fans, but wasn't overly sweet. She wasn't that person. She was cynical, but kind. She was the person who gives tough love.

She worked hard to make her name known, but it was even harder to keep herself relevant, with there being a new 'famous' person popping up every other day.

She scoffed, because really? Famous? They weren't famous. Famous was being lucky and being in the right place at the right time, or working for years and years, getting thick skin and making connections.

She survived years and years of journalists and tabloids tracking her every move, photographing her whenever she went out in public. She learned quickly, after the first few pictures of her were released to the public. Wearing sweatpants, a baggy t-shirt and her hair in a messy bun. She had glasses over her eyes and she was hungover from last night's events.

It was supposed to be a quick trip to the fast-food chain, she would be in and out. Order her meal, and walk back to the hotel as fast as she could in her state. Unfortunately a journalist was out taking pictures and had recognized her from afar.

Never again.

She mused about her newest relationship- he was an actor. He was still in his prime and only became famous a few months ago. She wondered how he was taking everything in. It's a scary yet exciting feeling having the spotlight thrust on you immediately with no warning.

She had a breakdown in the bathroom a few weeks after she became famous. It was overwhelming, suddenly going from someone who was bringing coffee to the studio to asking people to bring it to the studio. She recovered quickly, though.

Her new boyfriend was cute. He was polite and treated her nicely. He would buy her gifts time to time and so did she. However, they both knew that there was no love in their relationship. Zilch. Nada. The companies they were under forced them to. They would date for a few months to year at most, timing it exactly when his fame would start to die down. It was good publicity for both of them and they both knew they needed it.

She thought about why people thought she was special. She had amazing acting skills, but those are a dime in a dozen in the industry. Then she remembered why.

People found her rags-to-riches story touching, and they ate it all up. She was never poor. Just average. She had to exaggerate her story for the media, carefully wording it.

Or maybe they found it it hopeful? Maybe young girls thought that they too, would have a chance at being somebody like her.

She laughed. Young girls these days were so.. cute. She doubt that they could take the criticism that would be thrown at them when they entered the industry.

They were soft and sensitive these days, getting offended at every single thing, and it annoyed her to no end. She was constantly walking on eggshells, wording everything and reviewing it multiple times just so she wouldn't offend anybody.

She knew that if she didn't, it would bite her in the ass when she would be at her lowest, weakest point. 

What goes around, comes around.

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Unsatisfying ending, but just wanted to wrap it up real quick BC I wanted to show a friend of mine this story!.