Romans & histoires Be Come A Star

"Concrete Jungle where dreams are maaaade of, there's nothing you caaaan't do. Now you're in New Yooork." "Make your dreams come true, Al," Becca said, turning to face me in the back of the cab. "I don't think you need me to tell you that this is your place." "I knew it the moment I touched down," I smiled. "I'll live my dreams here, Becs. I'll make you all proud." "I'm counting on it." As Rico closed in on the taxi bay, I heard Becca exhale deeply. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it to reassure her that she was making the right decision and that we would both be more than okay.

The handsome prince walks away leaving me speechless. I look at my phone to make sure the name hasn’t changed. Nope, not my imagination. Prince Dorian’s number is in my phone. He wants to me make me a star where people would actually admire me for my talent. It wouldn’t be useless like Reese told me it was. I could be something, something I only dreamed about. I always wanted to be appreciated for the talent I have and love. A talent that has been helpful in healing from my grief.

They would most certainly come to the aid of the Star Girl if they could, for she certainly is one of their own born to the flesh. “Yes, yes, let us help you!” they chimed, for it is well known that stars do not twitter as much as chime like small bells. “We long for your life! We want to continue to watch you and Eddie and your friends, and see what people give to your children for their birthday, and we want to know which lucky animal will be your first pet and we want you to grow flowers. Lots and lots of flowers. Do not be afraid, Bryony. We are with you, forever and ever, and although we may be weak, there are many of us, and if we all gather together—”

The meeting was soon done and they walked out, side by side, but maintaining reasonable distance at the same time. "So, that's what you wanted to do." “ I didn't want to stress you so I filled the forms for you. I'm sure you'll do well as a nurse." He answered her, kicking a stone out of his path. She smiled at him. "Thanks." He smiled back. "Its alright. You're gonna be a nurse..." He said and raised a suggestive brow. "Until you become Luna." He completed the statement and she laughed. "Well, I cant wait."

"What do you mean? Do you think I'm fat?" "No, no, you're not fat, but plump... Hunter is really lucky." Cynthia blushed and glared at Alex. After a pause, she continued, "Alex, you're now a big shot in the entertainment industry, and I've had the dream of being a star since I was a child. How about using some resources to make me a star?" "Are you in a bad state now? Why do you still want to be a star?"

“I wish I could but I am only for acting teacher. I am not your agent or assistant. Without those type of people in your corner it will be a lot harder. Right now everything what you bring forth. You have to depend on yourself.” I felt like I was being left in the dark. “Why is that? This is a competition shouldn't every competitor have the same privileges as the others.” I was not understanding what was happening. “In theory yes, but again you have people around you that give you a leg up as well. You have to think though....di you piss anyone off when you got here. Everything from the way you talk to someone or address them matters.” This was a new way of making it . As a child I did have

“Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can

Zayden listened intently, deep in thought for a moment. Then, a knowing smile tugged at his lips. “That’s funny, I just so happen to have another opportunity for you. Ever heard of Starlight Aerospace?” Stellar’s eyes lit up. “Of course I have! Who hasn’t?” It was the nation’s top aerospace institute, a dream destination for engineers and researchers alike. She had considered it before but had always thought it was too far out of reach. “I can introduce you to them,” Zayden offered smoothly. Noticing the hesitation in her expression, he added, “No shortcuts, of course. You’ll still have to pass their assessments—but I have no doubt you will.”

I was a machine used to broaden their already humongous egos. Then, I understood why the guy in heaven didn't give them any children; they were going to treat that child like shit. Once I made it to the big screen at age fifteen, I ran away from home. I changed my name to Starkey, because it suited better. I was a star. November Starkey. I knew all along that I was destined for greater things, I didn’t know what it was exactly, but I was going to find out. I stayed on my own, in my own home with my self-generated wealth for four years.