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💃🏼The show girl💃🏼

Lights, camera, action!

A dozen dancers, glitter everywhere and the perfectionist producer making sure everyone was where they were supposed to be.

Nothing but a normal day in the life of a pop star.

Dua was used to it. She had to be.

Producer: „Short break for everyone, be back in 10 minutes"

Already bored she made her way to a small door leading to a tiny balcony of the studio.

The best place for taking a deep breath.

Here she had nothing to do but to exist. Simply staring into the distance, counting skyscrapers like stars in the night sky

Moments like these made her wonder wether or not there was something more than what she was used to.

She travelled the world but it felt like she had never stepped outside of the studio.

Unfortunately she had made enough money to finally understand the phrase money doesn't buy happiness.

Although it did buy her a nice apartment as well as sparkling shoes.

It felt as if she were living through the story every little girl dreams to be in when they grow up.

Sadly that was all she saw. Her story from an outside perspective.

In an industry where your appearance and image are everything, it's hard not to.

Rather than asking: „what would I do?", her thoughts always wondered...

...what would add to my story?

Except for moments like these.

But before she could find an answer to the first question-

Producer: „okay, we're back people! Everyone return to where they're supposed to be!"

Exactly, „where she was supposed" to be was nowhere else but here right now.
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Two hours later she made her way out of the studio.

Although it was a long way down the stairs, Dua always preferred them over the elevator.

No one else would, so it bought her some time alone before she had to get in the car with her bodyguards.

As she walked down the stairs someone suddenly grabbed her hand.

Too shocked to move or scream she just stood there for a second before turning around.

To her surprise and relief it was just a little brown haired girl.

A fan?

Her brief moment of relief didn't last long.

A sinister feeling came over her.

little girl: „Don't scream and nothing will happen"

Dua was now frozen in place.

She wanted to cry for help but something told her that the girl wasn't joking.

little girl: „Good girl"

She smirked and pulled out a bloody knife.

little girl: „Are you up for some fun?"

How could you say no to a little girl, especially when she is threatening you with an obviously used sharp object.

Visibly confused and scared Dua nodded.

As much as she wanted to run away, something in her was thrilled.

Before she knew what was happening, the girl was pulling her hand and rushed her up the stairs back into the studio and onto the balcony.

little girl: „They should be here any second"

Dua: „who will be?"

Suddenly two huge birds rushed towards them as if they had been waiting for her to ask.

little girl: „What are you looking at, come on!"

She hopped on one of the birds back and waited for Dua to follow her lead.

Dua: „if you say so"

Hesitantly she got up and tried to balance.

Dua: „Isn't this dangerous"

little girl: „That's the fun of it"

Without warning they took off into the night sky.

What was even happening right now? Surely this must be a dream.

But was it a nightmare?

She felt the wind meandering through her hair.

All the lights of the entire city appeared in front of her and vanished again in the distance.

Finally there was a plethora of emotions where indifference used to be.

Ironically enough all it took to give her the feeling of freedom was a kidnapping.

little girl: „You can call me Dora by the way, I love exploring"

Dora pulled out her map.

Dora: „we should be there very soon. He is already expecting you"