Popstar Chapter Three It's now day two. And... our first show is tonight. I'm a little bit nervous! But... I just have to keep reminding myself that I don't care. I don't want to have fans, I don't want to be famous, I just want someone to sing my songs. We're going to be arriving at the venue in about an hour, and for now, I'm sitting on the bus with Lilo and Stitch... I mean, Spazz and Blondie. They're having a game of Scrabble. That shocked me a little bit, because not only can pop stars read, but apparently they can spell as well. There are even some big words on the board. The biggest I can see from the sidelines is "factotum". I didn't even think these dimwits would know what that word meant. Spazz and Blondie haven't been half bad as bus mates, as of yet. Blondie keeps trying to make conversation and I keep unintentionally blowing him off. Take his last attempt for example. "So, how many of the songs on your album did you write?" he asked. "All of them." I answered. "That's really cool, I wish we would have written more on ours." he elaborated. "Why didn't you?" I asked. "The team didn't think it was a good idea." he answered. "I can see that." I shot down. End of convo. I really have a gift, don't I? And I'm not talking about musical talent. I'm talking about full-fledged rudeness, and completely unintentional. So much for being tactful. Oh well, life goes on. Anyways, I'm getting pretty nervous about tonight, the closer we get to the venue. Spazz just winked at me again... it's really beginning to creep me out. Let's hope its just a habit. Or... a tick. The game of scrabble is now officially over, and Blondie came to join me in the Laz-e-boy. Well, he sat in the one next to me. Do you think he'll try to start up a conversation again? Let's hope not. "Are you excited for tonight?" he asked, picking up his book and opening it to the page he left off. "No. I'm scared to death." I replied, closing my own book. "Really? I'm sure you'll be fine.... I mean, you've been rehearsing, you'll do great." Oh puh-leeze! "Look, do me a favour, and stop kissing my ass, because quite frankly, it's not working. You've never seen me perform, you've never heard me and I'd be blown away if you could even sing one verse from ANY of my songs, so stop pretending like you know what you're talking about." I stood up quickly, and I began to walk towards the back of the bus, but Blondie's next words stopped me. "I can't live life without you, but still I'm movin' on, this empty animosity, is more than I thought it to be, I was dreaming of forever, All while I set you free. Track four, it's called movin' on. Personally, it's my favourite, but I like Eyes full of tears, as well. My life's falling to pieces around me, Nothing I can do to stop the hurt, It surrounds me. The shattered remains of hopeful dreams, Jabbing through broken hearts and, Eyes full of tears. I can continue, if you want." "Whatever. You people are all so fuckin' fake. I can't believe you almost had me fooled. I almost forgot that you were a pop star. You're so fuckin' pathetic!" I stormed to the back of the bus, and I closed myself into the bathroom. The last thing I needed to deal with right now was a pop star trying to impress me. I sat there for about five minutes, before I emerged. We had arrived at the venue. Spazz and Blondie had already gone inside and I was left alone. I sighed, gathering my purse and makeup kit before heading inside. Once backstage, I was a bit intimidated, but I managed to find my way to my dressing room. Incompetent roadies that were supposed to be helping me were, of course, no where to be found. A had only five hours until the show. All of the sudden, my manager came into the room. "Do you know how to knock?" I asked, as he barged into the room. "I don't have time for this. You need to be out there, right now to do a sound check and rehearse. Or else, your time is going to run out and Otown is going to kick you off the stage." "Alright! I'm going!" I threw on my West49 hoodie and followed this fat guy to the stage. He pointed in the direction of the main stage and I wandered onto it, when suddenly, about ten people swarmed me. They wired me with some sort of device and I heard the band strike up. This was the part where I was supposed to remember what songs I sang where, but my mind was blank. After a few bars, however, I recognized the music and I began singing. You changed when everything was perfect You made everything good go away You wished upon a falling star Now look at where we are I tried to reach you In the darkness, I was calling you But you ran in the other direction Afraid of what lay ahead What inevitable fate should I dread? My life's falling to pieces around me Nothing I can do to stop the hurt It surrounds me The shattered remains of hopeful dreams Jabbing through broken hearts and Eyes full of tears You told me nothing would ever change You held me through all the rain Then suddenly, you became the clouds in my day Wishing I would go away You can't take back all the words you said You can't change the fact that you left me dead I'm crying, slowly dying from all this pain I know now, I should have known then That you were just a filler, not a friend Time has healed what I needed it to But I'm still without you My life's falling to pieces around me Nothing I can do to stop the hurt It surrounds me The shattered remains of hopeful dreams Jabbing through broken hearts and Eyes full of tears I had hit every mark perfectly, and my jitters were beginning to subside. After rehearsing the rest of the songs, I headed back to my dressing room to get into my 'stage clothes' which were just a slight variation of my 'everyday clothes'. I opened the door, and I was greeted with a beautiful bouquet of pink roses, with a card. I laughed a bit, thinking they were from my friends back home, or the label. When I read the card, I was shocked. "In all sincerity, good luck tonight. I know you will be awesome, and I will be cheering you on from the front row. From your favourite "pop star" Blondie (Yes, I've heard you call me that)" it read. I laughed again, for lack of a better reaction. I couldn't help but smile to myself, noticing how well Blondie had been handling my anti-pop- star-ism.