My Vampire Fan

Chapter I

“If it's coming over you..

Like it's coming over me..

I'm crashing like a tidal wave..

That drags me out to sea.

.

I wanna be with you..

If you wanna be with me..

Crashing like a tidal wave..

I don't want to be..

Stranded..

Stranded..

Stranded..”

 

Yvonne Devonne, is a name that is known to my fans. And I’m serenading my avid fans once again in a gig in New York with my cover song Stranded. I look around the crowd while singing but I can tell I have that look on my face of uncertainty, moreover, I continue to go on to my new show despite of my Manager’s warning prior to this performance.

It is my passion to sing and show off my talent and be an inspiration to everyone, I know out there, that there are aspiring and struggling singers like me before my fame, and I know too well how to be a fan, like you would do anything just to see your idol.

I was once a fan myself years ago, I can still remember attending Mandy Moore’s concert when I was a teenager then, probably just 13 or 14. I wore that face in the past of dreaming big and aiming high. But now I can’t afford to lose and waste all my sacrifices, blood, sweat and saliva and my remarkable beauty are just some of my foundations to be where I was at the moment.

Yet, I don’t know right this moment if the sympathies and attentions of those who once devoted their lives to me are still on my side. I can’t feel their love or even see devotion on their faces, maybe I am only overreacting as a result of my manager’s words or else worst, I am hallucinating.

I give a hesitant smile to my audience before me when my last song ends and bid them goodbye. I can’t call them at the moment as my fans. I don’t feel it right now. I feel so down, I can’t afford it, or take it.

After the song, I hurriedly leave the stage and so directly to the room reserved for me and my staff, they don’t seem to notice me or even care about what I’m feeling right now. See that even them, don’t give a hoot about me, I’m Yvonne not De Vonne, as everyone knows and used to love.

Shaking my head in disgust while slump down my body on the couch and bury my face on my moisten palm just the moment my manager, Mr. Brown arrives, a proud gay, perfectionist and very strict.