Hey Angel

Little Black Dress:

-Third Person Perspective-

        A loud roar echoes within the walls of the arena, the noise almost deafening. The audience is buzzing with endless chatter and cheers. On the scattered digital screens, flashes a countdown. Within five minutes Marilyn would be onstage and performing. Many celebrities in the crowd couldn't help but squeal with delight as their favorite coworker and inspiration stepped out. The flashing numbers begin to tremble and turn different colors. The crowds chanting began to raise it's volume as the numbers decreased.

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    And at the exact moment, Marilyn stands behind one the rising screens, while ringing her hands. It's not the fact that she was nervous for the performance. No, that would be ridiculous. Marilyn was more concerned about who she'd get paired with.

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    A few short shaky breathes escape Marilyn's lips as she remembered Niall's words,"Don't worry Mar, I'm sure whoever is destined to be with you will treat like the princess you are."

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    Niall's words gave her relief; comfort to her stressed mind. Slowly inhaling, Marilyn cleared her mind and smiled the most genuine smile that she could muster. Rolling her neck from side to side resulted with a loud pop, as the bones cracked and shifted. In less than a minute she'd be on the high end stage, shaking her hips like nobody's business.

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  Humming a few high notes and bouncing on her heels gave her more confidence, now that she was relaxed and happy. With a final flick of her fingers, she got in her most well known pose.

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  Marilyn's signature pose was one she created during her first concert. At first, it was just a simple thing she did because she fans said it was cool and showed off her perfect figure. But now it happened to be well known and immediately identified the celebrity that you were talking about. Her pose happened to be on most of the merchandise, so many people were familiar with which celebrity it belonged to. Then again with a fan base with about two and a half billion fans, almost everything Marilyn did was well known.  

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    The pose was seen as confident and sexy. In which Marilyn stood knees apart and leaning back somewhat with her back arched, and right hand clasping onto her mid thigh.

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  The cheers and screams became louder and louder as the numbers continued to slowly decreased. Sound so loud that you could not hear yourself think. Lucky for Marilyn, she had discreet ear plugs to block out most of the noise. 

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  If the noise couldn't get any worse, the color changing screens began to rise, revealing Marilyn's usual backup dancers. An insane uproar irrupted  from the crowd.

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Then the widest screen (Marilyn's) slowly rose. The screen was so long, that it brushed against the floor when the air conditioning was turned on. In a few mere seconds it had risen slightly above her ankles. Which showed off her tanned legs and toned calves. As the spotlight danced around the arena, a couple thousand pounds worth of confetti was released on top the crowd.  Several squeals and shrieks were heard as the surprised bunch looked towards the ceiling. Only to get a face full of more confetti.

     As the crowd was distracted, the screen had finished rolling up. Only silhouette was visible due to the dark purple backdrop. Instantly, everyone's attention was turned towards the stage. Suddenly, the spotlight flickered on her. Presenting golden-sun kissed skin that glowed brilliantly against the contrasting background. The light flickered one last time before  settling as one bright light. The arena went completely silent, as several jaws slacked and minds were blown.

   Her tan skin made the dark outfit look incredibly sexy as well as appealing. Her long legs looked even longer with the black Gucci stilettos. And well shit, she looked really good. So good that many people that were  watching thought that surely, she'd be their mate.

   Mates were beginning to become less common and harder to find. Because people these days weren't genuine and selfish arses. They would lie without batting an eye, and steal from you in a heartbeat. That's why it was important to act as much like yourself as you could. Honesty was important, and mates were irreplaceable. Sure you could date, court, marry another. But it would never be the same. One could simply not replace the person who had half their heart in their hands. So the eldest of the S.C.S came up with the idea of a meeting place with all unmated males and females could potentially find their other half.

    Only to discover how bad of an idea it was. It was chaos and mayhem in all directions. So instead they decided to take an much more organized rout. Mating celebrities one by one proved to be easier and profitable on both sides. It gave the S.C.S (Secret Celebrity Service) and the celebrity loads of money. The concerts gave publicity, money, and excitement to not only celebs but fans as well. Especially of a new pair of mates exited the grand event.

    It apparent that tonight was huge deal. And most likely would go out with a bang and maybe a fight or two. But what Marilyn didn't know couldn't hurt her...

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Wow this update is overdue, but whatever. I'm not going to lie...I did not have inspiration. And just now noticing these chapters are getting shorter. And we can't have that right? So the next update should be soon.

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