Sleepy willows bonded soul
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter Two I lay on the floor motionless, eyes closed. I had killed myself at the end of my set and the dead. Don't look at you! Not usually anyway, no sense ruining my fans perfect fantasy by moving around now, franco, the club owner, walked on stage with my skull tip jar in one hand, a microphone in the other with his sexy spanish accent, he shouted, everyone show more love for the luscious and deadly and also talented, sleepy willow applause and cheers and whistles erupted again as I peeked at the standing crowd, franco pointed to the DJ. A split second later, Marilyn Manson blasted through the speakers again and franco clad in tight black leather from neck to pointy toe, sat my skull down at the edge of the stage, then backed away with his arms out as he welcomed the audience to show their appreciation. Fire shot out of gargoyles mouth lining the walls. I smiled inwardly as fans broke their necks to fill my skull with cash. I love that they loved my performance, made the pain worthwhile. Goes to show my aunt had been right about performing arts being my calling, that I should utilize my gifts regardless of what folks like my parents said. Too bad. She would never see me on stage since she died several years ago after falling asleep behind the wheel of a car