The laughter will die down
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.
Summary:Idol-life and its bitter consequences. Just look what it has done to me. But still, there was nothing she wanted as badly as to become famous. She would even sell her soul to the devil. In this case, the devil would have to be me...
The snowflakes waft around me as I tighten my coat around my body.
Tokyo looks almost like a snowy wonderland. But then again, all that haze can´t hide those countless posters. And each poster carries this unique pair of curelean eyes that follows me everywhere I go.
It was three years ago, when she became our assistant. I´m still wondering, how fast time flies. I remember it, as if it was yesterday.
Her first day as our assistant. The first day she got in touch with the showbiz.
I remember when she walked through the door. Excited, nervous, flippant. A pretty girl with long golden-blonde hair, shiny blue eyes and a nice body.
Our new assistant.
She was cute. Lovely. When I think about it now, I know she was so much more than that. But that was the way, I thought about her at that time.
She was no celebrity not even a high-society girl. She was just a simple, but unusual pretty girl. I was the same before I got popular and discovered the world of showbiz. She still visited school, I had left school a few years ago because I had to concentrate on my music-career. She joined art classes and played volleyball while I was meeting many important people and was surrounded by beautiful women that wouldn´t say no, if I´d invited them to the next best closet or toilet.
I could have all of them.
I knew it and that´s why I didn´t do it. You won´t believe, how boring it is, to know, that you just have to snap your fingers to get a quick thrill in bed... But torturing them, was something that gave me a better, longer thrill. All those useless sluts hanging on our sleeves.
However, back to her.
Her life was normal. She was normal. When school was over she would be the first who would leave with her friends. Meetings at a café, where they would gossip, because ordinary school girls have nothing better to do. After the meeting with her friends, she would come home, change into comfortable clothes, lie onto her bed and read the newest magazin. She would get mad if her latest crush, a singer/actor/model would date another woman. She would laugh at the breakdowns of certain female celebrities, she would gossip about their outfits and hairstyles.
And then...she would cuddle herself in her warm sheets and dream about how her life would be, if she was famous. Hundrets of cameras, voices, microphones.
You are like a hefty portion of meat served on a golden plate and everyone wants a piece of you. They stick their forks into you and you smile and pretend that you like it.
Smile for the public. The life of a celebrity. My life.
To say it directly, her dreams were my reality. Or better to say, my nightmare.
A nightmare on the red carpet.
A.N: I know, it´s short, but that´s just the prologue. Please tell me what you think. See you in the next chapter, if you want.