Carmen - H.S

Chapter 3

Omg this is so unrealistic and boring and needs editing but whatever.

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The lights were too bright. They shined down on her, hot and glaring, burning her eyes in their sockets. She was wilting like a pretty red rose in the desert. She wanted the darkness, to sink into the velvet night while smoke swirled in the air. But of course, she couldn't. She was stuck here, in the land of white lights and glamour.

"It's been too long since I've seen you, Carmen dear," Trisha chirped. Her thick southern accent grated on her ears. The customary fake smile was plastered across her smooth, tanned skin. She flipped her wavy light blonde, almost white hair and stared at Carmen expectantly. Carmen wasn't sure what she expected.

She eyed the shiny, plastic host coolly. "Not nearly long enough, Trisha darling."

She looked properly shocked and gaped at the small, dark haired girl in outrage, but the mask only slipped out of place for a moment. To cover, she tittered loudly as if it were a fun, little inside joke between friends. "I see you've kept that sparkling wit of yours. And you look amazing, hon. You really put some meat on those bones. You look so... robust."

Carmen glanced down at herself surreptitiously. Had she really gained weight? She'd barely eaten all week. Of course you're not fat, she told herself with a slight shake of her bouncy curls. She's just playing games with you. It's the only thing she's good at, besides being a slut.

"Thank you!" she quipped in mock joy. "And how's that Botox working out for you, sweetheart? Looks like it's time for another round, don't you think?"

"I appreciate the concern," she replied tightly. "But maybe you should focus on your own skin. I know some wonderful herbal creams that will clear that horrible acne right up."

"Thank you, but I'm fine. Maybe you could use it for your chlamydia, instead?"

"How nice of you to suggest that. You know, I heard that you got dumped by your little boy toy in a text. Daniel, was it? So lucky for him that he escaped while he could."

"Really. Well, I heard that you got your fourth abortion for free. Gotta love those punch cards."

They smiled at each other sweetly, rage boiling in their eyes. How dare she, each was thinking. Doesn't she know who I am?

"Fifteen seconds," the camera man hissed from the sidelines. They simultaneously turned to face the camera, erasing the fury from their minds to the best of their abilities.

"Bitch," Trisha muttered under her breath.

"Whore," Carmen mumbled harshly.

Then they switched their microphones on so that their voices would carry into the pulsing crowd. The red light began to blink, and it was back to fake smiles and clear, high voices discussing all that was silly and unimportant.

"I have teen pop sensation, Carmen Willows here with me today!" Trisha exclaimed brightly. The applause was overwhelming, but unsurprising for Carmen. She was a star, after all.

"It's just great to be here," Carmen smiled after it had died down.

"You look great, sugar," she said. "So slender. And your skin is so perfect."

Carmen almost laughed aloud. "Thank you! So is yours. You can barely tell you got a nose job."

Laughter rose from the audience in shouts, as everyone had a good time at Trisha's expense. Her eyes narrowed angrily before she joined in a beat later. "So Carmen. Let's get straight to the juice. Tell me about your love life."