Left Behind

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My manager stuffs me into another outfit. I'm nearly finished with this show. It all passed so quickly. I climb the stair step by step, my high heels slowing me down. I panic slightly as the music to Mrs. Potato head begins. I slide onto the stage too fast and my legs tumble beneath me. As I drop to the side of the huge stage, I see a opening in the curtains. The light shines perfectly upon the odd shaped opening. Swirls of cool colors and sparkles catch my attention as I fall at the speed of a slow motion. Purple, blue, green, pink and sliver seem to call for me. I pull away by grasping the curtains, but somehow the portal sucks me in. The fans scream and yell as they watch their idol disappear in plain sight. I feel bonkers, and remember, all the best people are crazy. As I twirl inside the pitch black tunnel, I think of all I'm leaving behind. My fans, family, friends, and most of all my music. I could never forget them. I struggle to reach out to reality, but I seem to be falling endlessly. After what felt like hours I land head first in a pile of glitter and flowers. Whatever dimension I landed in didn't suit me at all. I massage my bruised head as I raise to my feet. Where am I?!!?  What have I left behind? My entire life.

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⏰ Last updated: May 17, 2016 ⏰

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