Forced to grow up in a world that picked away who she was, Esmeralda travels down a dark hole whilst trying to hold onto love, her family, and a fragile mental health as she hopes for someone or something to save her.
Based off of the song, 'Pretty...
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One, confidence— have it, embody it, and if not, fake it. Two, know what you want and don't be afraid to ask for it. Three, the world wasn't built for you, but you were built to take on this world. For these were the ideals she hoped to spread with her music. However she often asked herself, was it enough? Was she doing her audience a disservice if she herself couldn't find it in her to live by it?
"I like to fuck with the lights on, I like to fuck kinda violent, never fuck without a title. I like it most when I'm writing, you love me most when I'm riding it. Looking up to me, your bitch gon' look up to me."
It was dark, besides the flashlights that dotted throughout the arena like stars, she could see nothing but a few faces in the front rows that were illuminated by the stage lights.
Droplets of sweat trickled down her forehead as an indication to the outcome of her liveliness, but the waterproof makeup still wouldn't dare to smudge. From the crowd looking up, with the spotlight on her, she almost looked angelic. If not from the raunchy lyrics coming from her mouth, but only from the all white outfit and her vibrancy, she seem to glow in the keen eye.
This was her in her element— her prime. From the moment the stage lights went on, Esmeralda knew there was nowhere else she'd rather be. Stepping foot in front of her fans almost felt like stepping into a new body. As if for just a few hours she had the chance to wear someone else's skin, without the reminder of all her life's misfortunes. Her music gave her life, when everything around her seemed like it wanted to drain it from her.
Of course it's nerve racking at first, but with every second there's a boost of confidence, and by the end you're wishing you could do it all over again. People enjoying what you're doing had to be one of the best feelings on earth.
"I love it when you look up to me, your new bitch gon' look up to me. Riding it, looking up to me, your bitch gon' look up to me. I love it when you look up to me, your new bitch gon' look up to me, too," Esmeralda sung as she closed out her show with her last song. After a two hour performance, she could say that her body was ready to call it a night, but the lights were still on so, so was her energy.
Once the melody of the song played out, she said her goodbyes, "goodnight Philadelphia, I love you!" Esmeralda raved wearily before kissing the tips of her fingers and waving out to the crowd.
Walking backstage, she immediately accepted the water bottle that was being held out to her; unscrewing the cap and gulping down nearly the whole bottle. "That was amazing!" The stage manager praised, wrapping an arm over her shoulder as they walked further through the halls in order to reach her dressing room.
Esmeralda was on a high. Physically her body was worn out, but mentally she was on cloud nine. The energy from the crowd was still radiating off of her, and it left an irascible smile plastered on her face. "Thank you!"
