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Dia Tellu had just turned fourteen, and she was it had been a year since she started modeling for a popular clothing line. She had her long blonde hair was pushed up into a wig cap with a black wig in twin tails and her clothes were uncomfortable. She sighed and readjusted her knee high socks.
"Miss Tellu! You are needed on set!" an annoucement came from overheard.
Dia sighed and put on a bit more lip color, a ruby red, and a bit more mascara. She walked out and onto the set, a beautiful oasis in the middle of Sroasha. And it was very hot in an Elegant Gothic Lolita dress.
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Several hours later, Dia stood in another outfit, this time in desert. She had a pair of short shorts with garters attached to fishnet thigh highs. Her shirt was a black bandeau with ribbons wrapping around her middle and arms. Her hair was her naturally bleached hair done in an intricate design where it was almost all braids and curls. She had a pair of platform boots on her feet. They were definitely a gothic style. Buckles and such. She had a gun in her hand and pointed it at the camera, that's what the photographer wanted.
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And so, Dia was allowed to go back to her small apartment that she shared with her mother and step-father. She got into the shower, she was worn out, but she started to sing halfway through the song.
"And no, oh, how could you do it?//Oh I, I never saw it coming.//No, oh, I need the ending.//So why can't you stay//Just long enough to explain?" She sang out in her shower....then it turned ice cold, "OH MY GOSH! AH! AH COOOOLLLDDD! MOM!" She yelp as she slipped on the floor grabbed her towel and ran out of the bathroom dripping wet with conditioner in her hair. "MOMM!" She yelled out.
A pretty woman, who looked to be about 32 years old poked her head around the corner, "Yes dear?" She said, her deep chocolate brown hair shifting over her shoulder.
"Did Io forget to pay the water bill again?" The fourteen year old asked her mother.
Her mother sighed, "Rinse the stuff out of your hair, come out to the living room."
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After getting dressed into her favorite pair of shorts, which were black with purple butterflies, and a crop top with the words "I'm not a princess, but you can call me Queen." on it.
Her stepfather, Io, sat with his arm around her mother, Aidiana, on the tiny futon.
"Dia, sit. We need to discuss your future as a popstar. I heard you singing. You have a talent and I want to record a demo for a record producer friend of mine." Io said to her.
Dia's face went red with embarassment, "I am no where near pretty enough! I can't dance, and I am not THAT talented!" She said standing up, "Besides, I am happy being a model!"
"You're looks won't last forever. You WILL record this demo. We WILL send it in and you WILL be happy about it. End of discussion. Go to your room." Io said to his step-daughter.
Dia glared at her stepfather, "I cannot WAIT until I am 16! I am going to leave and not comeback! I will go live with Rika!" She yelled back slamming her door.
Aidiana looked at her husband, then went after her daughter. She knocked on the door, "Dia, sweetie. Let me in, princess. I wanna talk."
"No."
"Dia let me in."
"No."
"Princess, I just wanna talk."
"Go Away."
"Dia Aishain Tellu! Open this door right this very instant!" the frustrated mother said in her very Mydiran accent.
"No."
"DIA! NOW!"
The door opened a bit revealing a very upset and angry teenager, "Just give it a try, Dia. For me?" her mother gave her a dazzling smile, something Dia inherited, everything else was from her father. Her skin tone, her eyes, her metabolism...
"Alright. For you. ONLY you." Dia said.
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A few days later, Dia saw herself in front of a record producer and a mic. She took a deep breath and began.
Closed off from love
I didn't need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you're frozen....
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone's looking round
Thinking I'm going crazy
She took a deep breath and began her chorus. 'My mom is watching me. And I can't believe that Rika wrote this, it's AMAZING!' She thought.
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Finally she finished her track. And the record producer looked ecstatic. Io looked happy as well, and her mom was crying....
She walked through the door and to where they were sitting, "Momma, why are you crying?" She asked as she knelt next to her mother, kneeling in a short skirt is better than bending over.
"That was so beautiful, princess. I think you will benefit from this." She kissed her daughter's forehead.
Dia nodded, knowing that she was going to become a popstar.
More to come in the next few days....
 MissStellaFrost · Fri Aug 03, 2012 @ 04:59am · 0 Comments |
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