Popstar

Chapter 1- Viva

I sat at my makeup stand, as what seemed like 1,000 people did my hair and makeup. WHen they finally stepped back, I almost didn't recognize the girl in the mirror. 

My dirty blonde hair was pulled into a  pony tail, and outside of my teal headband some of my hair hung loosely. All throughout my hair were tiny braids. I was wearing a teal sweater, white shorts, and tan sparkly boots

. My makeup was teal eye shadow, heavy blush, light pink lips, and long lashes. 

"Curtain in 10!" yelled my manager, Cora, as she bustled about, checking things off on her clipboard. Her red hair was frizzy, as always, and her blue eyes wild."You ready, Viva?" she asked. "As ready as I'll ever be."

I didn't want to be a popstar. I never did. But the minute someone discovered my voice, it was over. I had a basketball scholarship to Princeton. I was on a path to play in the WNBA. 

But, I sang ONE Superbowl and did ONE half time show, and that was it. I never played basketball again. I dropped out of college to pursue my "dreams" at my parents insistence. 

Now, I was in the spotlight, the last place I wanted to be. "Curtain in 2!" I stood, brushed myself off, and prepared to step into the spotlight.