Lights, camera action. These were the words I got used to at an early stage of my existence on earth. Little did I know that like products in market displayed for sale, the cost placed on fame in this world that we live is an expensive commodity mankind can’t afford. Like a plus to life, my talent was my cross and my curse.
It all started when it was discovered that I had the talent to sing and not only just singing, but translating people’s sorrow and pain and pour it back at them influenced with my melodious voice and my charming angelic looks, feeding people with their pain but this time. It’s sugar-coated.
Left the house when I was eighteen in search for a greener pasture and a better life, of course’ life’ gave me one of its effective dosage swallowed it and like feeding a plant with manure I got nourished and flourished in this field called LIFE. The whole package came up to me too early than I expected performing in-front of ministers, heads of clans and the most powerful people trading on the face of the earth. Backed by some people that i thought were my friends little did I know they were the ones to spell my doom.
Beautiful life, handsome charming suitors was more than I expected. like the day changing weather switching profession wasn’t hard for me, I became an actress within a short time than the singer I was not that it was something I wanted to do but ‘THEY’ felt it should be the next thing I should be doing. Well to me it brought out the sleeping demon in me. Family and friends were things of the past the only people I consider as family were the cheering crowd and friends were those that tell me what to do just to bring out the hype, money ,fame and all the necessary evil life brings out when it’s been chased to the extreme. People see me and tell me i have been living life to it’s fullest, little did they know that life is just allowing me to make my stupid acts before it strikes back at me. Just when I got the chance to speak up for myself words coming out of my mouth will break hearts and destroy souls.
The year 1714 was the turnover year all over Europe. Still keeping the essence of life and that of my life and act. I was beautiful and famous in the morning , but was dejected and imprisoned at noon. Their crime was my punishment, it all happened when i had to perform at an event when assassins took time and pleasure and sniffed out life from a whole family, precaution wasn’t noticed just because I distracted them with my sensual voice and my charming looks that can have you fixed like Medusa. It wasn’t long when the cards of repercussion came falling on me like rain on dry land. And as the last on the food chain I took the fall for them with all pleasure....
Ten years later, sitting all alone in my tiny cell, waiting patiently for death to come and take me away but I guessed it was being delayed by FATE.I heard a concert was being organized to raise funds for the homeless ones after the ravaging display of the BLACKSPIDER diseases that nearly destroyed the whole Europe. The media said she was the future, and that she even looked like me, had my looks, voice and charms, just that she’s more refined and composed. I smiled and ask ‘Is she willing to pay the price when her tax-collectors come calling for their taxes’?.....I hope ‘THEY’ know that she had studied and mastered their art and was out for retribution...for who?
The beautiful young lady was the little girl I dropped with my mom to raise for me some years ago..............
It all started when it was discovered that I had the talent to sing and not only just singing, but translating people’s sorrow and pain and pour it back at them influenced with my melodious voice and my charming angelic looks, feeding people with their pain but this time. It’s sugar-coated.
Left the house when I was eighteen in search for a greener pasture and a better life, of course’ life’ gave me one of its effective dosage swallowed it and like feeding a plant with manure I got nourished and flourished in this field called LIFE. The whole package came up to me too early than I expected performing in-front of ministers, heads of clans and the most powerful people trading on the face of the earth. Backed by some people that i thought were my friends little did I know they were the ones to spell my doom.
Beautiful life, handsome charming suitors was more than I expected. like the day changing weather switching profession wasn’t hard for me, I became an actress within a short time than the singer I was not that it was something I wanted to do but ‘THEY’ felt it should be the next thing I should be doing. Well to me it brought out the sleeping demon in me. Family and friends were things of the past the only people I consider as family were the cheering crowd and friends were those that tell me what to do just to bring out the hype, money ,fame and all the necessary evil life brings out when it’s been chased to the extreme. People see me and tell me i have been living life to it’s fullest, little did they know that life is just allowing me to make my stupid acts before it strikes back at me. Just when I got the chance to speak up for myself words coming out of my mouth will break hearts and destroy souls.
The year 1714 was the turnover year all over Europe. Still keeping the essence of life and that of my life and act. I was beautiful and famous in the morning , but was dejected and imprisoned at noon. Their crime was my punishment, it all happened when i had to perform at an event when assassins took time and pleasure and sniffed out life from a whole family, precaution wasn’t noticed just because I distracted them with my sensual voice and my charming looks that can have you fixed like Medusa. It wasn’t long when the cards of repercussion came falling on me like rain on dry land. And as the last on the food chain I took the fall for them with all pleasure....
Ten years later, sitting all alone in my tiny cell, waiting patiently for death to come and take me away but I guessed it was being delayed by FATE.I heard a concert was being organized to raise funds for the homeless ones after the ravaging display of the BLACKSPIDER diseases that nearly destroyed the whole Europe. The media said she was the future, and that she even looked like me, had my looks, voice and charms, just that she’s more refined and composed. I smiled and ask ‘Is she willing to pay the price when her tax-collectors come calling for their taxes’?.....I hope ‘THEY’ know that she had studied and mastered their art and was out for retribution...for who?
The beautiful young lady was the little girl I dropped with my mom to raise for me some years ago..............
