I'm looking for a writing partner to explore Lexi's transformation from aging, overweight 20s year old, to bombshell rockstar goddess. I'm thinking you could play the manager/agent for transformation. The idea is he might push her far, manipulate her, change her more than she wants, put new ideas into her head for what she needs to be successful, increase her libido, get her in shape, get cosmetic surgery, etc.
Please message me about your interest and potential story ideas about who you would like to play.
Ideally my partner would reply 3 to 5 times a week, with at least 5 to 10 solid sentences.
Thank you for reading!
Here is the first post below.
Alexis had her first hit at 14. Her first album sold over 100,000 copies. She was a young teenager with a golden voice and amazing style. She wore school girl uniforms as part of her thing and even had suggestive poses on the cd. Eventually parents groups demanded that major retailers stopped carrying her cd for promoting poor values. The negative press hit her career hard. Her second album was never released. She eventually was dropped from her record label. Broke, unpopular, and alone she took a few classes at the local junior college while working as a cashier at Starbucks.
It's been ten years, since she gave up, she's now in her late 20s. She's not as sexy or adorable as she once was. As she's chowing down a late night burger listening to her favorite radio channel, someone calls in and requests her one single hit. As she listens to the lyrics, she realizes she needs to turn her life around, and do anything to get back on top again.
Alexis was determined to get back into shape, she decided to get a free week long pass at her local gym, she hit the gym hard. After a week she had lost a few pounds, but was a long way away from her sexbomb days. She would work eight hours every day at Starbucks, then spend 2 hours at the gym, and as many hours as she could on her old macbook trying to get a decent sounding demo.
In the last week of October, she called up her old manager, seeing if they would be interested in representing her again. She bought ten cds and burned them, with a color label in her heyday wearing a sexy cheerleader outfit. She also had her email address on the bottom of the label.
After a week of trying to give them away, she heard about an audition for a singer in a local bar. She tried out, there was a small audience watching. She did alright but didn't really kill it. The bar owner said he would let her know in a few days. She nodded sadly, knowing in her heart she had already lost it.
She walked to the bar after and sat at a seat, ordering a Miller Lite. She had a stack of photocopies with her vital information and two copies left of her cd demo. There were many people in the bar, some walked near her but then turned around, no one approached her. She slowly nursed her Miller lite, trying to decide what to do with her life next.
She had a 6am Starbucks shift, but she was starting to feel like this was the last night of her life to make a change, make a comeback, and become the Rockstar Goddess that she knew she could be. She glanced at her cheap cell phone, checking the time. It was nearly midnight. She let the bartender know she was going to leave some cds and business cards- she even had a very amateur website rockstargoddess.net. She was about ready to gather her things up and leave when she heard someone clear their throat. She smiled and turned, expecting to find maybe a fan or perhaps someone hitting on her.