i'm singing.
there's this dope stage and i'm in the middle of it, strumming my guitar. i'm in heels and a short sequined dress. i look pretty smokin' if I say so myself.
the crowd is watching me, chanting, "janet! janet!" many of them were filming.
"y'all want another one?"
the crowd woos in response and I make to sing the next song.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
