The Dark Star

“I’m just ordinary.”

I think to myself.

They say that when I perform I become a force, one that magnetises and draws them in. My eyes, my smile and the aura I exude is something different. Something new. My hair that falls around my face perfectly and the wind that chimes in to form me a halo. Cheers that dawn the hall, filling it with fanfare and glamour. I was a star.

It isn’t certain when my image started falling apart. They said my skin looked dull, my hair crimped, the bones that I carved out delicately with a scapel made me look like a skeleton. From then on, there was always something to fix. My looks. My personality. I wasn’t bright or special enough to be an star that shines brilliantly through the universe, demanding attention as one in a billion.

The lights dimmed, their screams ebbed, my voice only rings out in my ears until I hear nothing. Pitch black, heart thumping.

In the end, “I’m just ordinary.”

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