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Offline swiggy3000Topic starter

Pop Princess (F seeking any)
« on: November 17, 2018, 04:52:01 PM »
This is a bit of a start post i have for a new idea about a pop princess. I'd like to run through her life and go through everything that leads to this. If you're interested please PM me. A lot of this is up for negotiation but the general character should remain the same. 


"Thank you Cleveland! You're been great tonight!" Andrea shouted to the roaring crowd as the lights went out one more time and she walked off the stage. She winced as she ran into one of the people with water. Not saying anything she grabbed a bottle and started to chug it down. The throbbing pain from earlier had turned into a sharp pain as she walked through all the frenzied bodies.

"You were great!"


"You still got it, love"

Were all said to her as she walked past time with her head down a bit. She had never quite gotten used to all the people as she walked back to the dressing room. Was it a right or a left? It was a left. Her chest was heaving, her body felt sore, and she was coated in a layer of sweat. She only had 10 cities left on this tour, thank god.

"That was a shit show,"

She ignored that voice as she inched closer to her dressing room, limping a little bit.

"You're getting old, they can all see it"

Andrea shook her head and rubbed her temples. She needed a drink and some sleep. Besides 40 wasn't old. Being in the business for 20 years just made her seem older than she was. She looked better than half the girls out there. Taylor wished she was her and Katy was nothing more than a pair of tits. She was still the Queen. Finally reaching her dressing room she closed the door and kicked off her heels. She groaned in pain again, maybe leaving them on was better, she didn't fucking know.

"What are you just gonna drink now?"

She went and poured herself some vodka.


Andrea gulped it down and poured another for herself. She needed it after a show to take the edge of. Just a little something to numb the pain. She walked over to the mirror and started to clean the makeup off her face, only to see her 20 year old self staring back at her.

"You really think they love you out there?"

"They paid," she snorted

To laugh at you dear," the mirror said to her, now taking on the image of her mother.

"Fuck you," she said defiantly as the image she was looking at turned back into herself. Her whole body started to shake and quake a bit. "Fuck all of you!" she shouted to an empty room as her breathing rate increased. Her lower lips started to quiver and her eyes started to water. She leaned forward and laid her head into her arms and started to quietly sob all alone.