Dear Stranger

Chapter 1

Imagine. For some people, your life was the dream. Big projects, tons of talented people around you, and songwriting skills that "will change the way you feel about words", according to some papers. Yes, maybe you have the dream life. The one everyone dreams about. Full of red carpets and glitter, tons of happiness and huge struggle. And no, you couldn't complain. You were y/f/n, after all. Well, everyone has their own trouble.

Something that people might not see is the dark side of celebrity. Not being able to have a normal conversation with someone who knows your work. Being treated like a Queen by people on the street and like an enemy by people in show business. And the loneliness. That was what hit you the most. You missed those times when people would want to hang out with the real you, and not the songwriter. Of course you still had Joey, Lauren and some other real friends. But you (had to) spend most of your days with some people who only tried to be friends to have some connections or to be the friend of someone public. Every guy you ever tried to date ended up being an asshole or wanted your money. Nothing lasted more than a few months before you cut it off. You missed being the normal girl next door.

You were on your laptop, just looking around on tumblr, when your eye caught something. "Letters From Strangers" you read out loud. By curiosity, you click on the link to find out more about the point of this.

"Letters From Strangers is a nice way to meet new people without leaving your house! In total anonymousity (at first), sending a letter to another anonymous member(s) of our organization will help you reveal your deepest thoughts. No judgements, no shame, no name. All you got to do is email us! Isn't it easy? We will send you the address of a random member where you can send you letter. Give it a try!".

You read it over and over again. That seemed so exciting and helpful. Nobody will ever knew who it is behind the pen anyway, right? You took your phone to call your manager. You should probably tell him before. You were about to call him when your eyes found the laptop screen again. You looked back and forth at your phone and the laptop. Again. And again. And again. "Fuck it" you exclaim. You threw the phone next to you and with a brand new email address, you send a message to the organization. You only had to wait anxiously for few minutes before you got an answer.

"Dear new member" you read. "Welcome to our organization! You are member number 3678. For your first try, we send you three addresses. Please expect that some of those addresses might be wrong, or the owners might not go on with your letter. If any of those do so after two month, please contact us again for more strangers to contact. We hope our system will help you out, whatever your goal is!
Letters From Strangers Team".

Adrenaline pumped in your body, and a smile appeared on your face. There were something strangely exciting about writing about yourself without knowing who will read your words. You put the laptop on the couch and quickly went to take some paper and a pen. You set them up on the coffee table and sat on the floor. Should you write the same thing on all of them? "Yeah I'm gonna do that" you whisper to yourself.

You put back the glasses on your nose and took the pen. It was your gun. You fight the world with this. You should be used to it. It's just a pen after all. But something happened when you took one of those, the feeling between your fingers and the way the lead slides on the paper. It always put that exciting feeling into you. You took a big breath. "Let's do this" you said to yourself, staring at the blank page. After a few seconds of reflexion, you decide to just let your hand write for you.

"Dear Stranger,
Did you ever felt like everything could fall apart around you in a clap of a finger? Like everything could be gone tomorrow, whether you like it or not, whether you want it or not. It's the story of my life. I never felt more lonely than when I have thousands of people surrounding me. Isn't it weird? Yes, it totally is. I try as hard as I can to stay myself in a world where everyone seems the same. I don't want to fit. I never was. I never will. I don't want to pretend to be someone I'm not to please. I want people who really care about me, and not in the number on my bank account or the person people except me to be. I feel so dramatic right now, please don't take me too seriously. I'm not hopeless, you know. I have a few REAL friends. But I don't see them often. I work a lot.

Let's "introduce" ! Maybe I should have started with that... I know that we can't properly introduce at first, so here's how I would describe my crazy self: I'm a girl. I love to write, music and theater. I live in the City Of Angels, where rain is a myth and the Hollywood sign seems to stare at you all day long. My real friends who describe me as the funny one, or the "mom", because I care too much about people and their opinions sometimes. Well... I don't know what to say anymore. I'm gonna end it here before that letter turned to complete lame.

I will put my address, and only my address (that's the point right?) on the back on the envelope so if you randomly want to chat and tell me if describing yourself was as difficult as it was for me, you can write me back.
I hope this letter will put a smile on your face (or just make you feel a little better), it did for me already.

Hope to hear from you soon!
The mysterious letter girl".