The Man In The Mirror

The lights go off, the crowd goes wild my name fills the air I feel ontop of the world, boose bumps from my face to toe tips i can almost feel it all, the shaky hand of every photographer tapping at the shutters of their overpriced camera's to seize a glance of me as my feet rocks the stage, the vibration of my fans lungs as they scream my name all through the walls of the hall, fans watching from around the world ready to bounce off their couches as they hear my name, and also the gravity of anticipation on Jimmy (the host) face waiting for the signal to announce me. The back stage coordinator tells me "curtains up in 5. 4. 3. 2. as I rock the stage it all plays out exactly as I imagined, Jimmy announces my name with so much passion I felt he deserved a kiss on his cheek from me, he announces my title with so much in-debt. The next stop had different channel news reporters, magazine publishers and newspaper writers probably from around the world accompanied by their photographers all taking shots of my every move, one time a cute photographer, said his name was James told me I don't need a pose to be on any magazines front page, each shot being brighter than the last all trying their best to blind me, I wave walk talk stop, wave walk talk stop all through the night reporters come and ask me a few questions, some I took personal and some I loved to answer like "what are the most amazing things about being a model" or "my advice to youngsters out there who are following my footsteps" those questions really swelled the good mood I was on, and not question like "what do have say about the rumors going on about you of your selfish and ambitious personality" or the more annoying questions like "how do feel about being the world's second best model" my assistant tells me it's time to go I say my goodbyes to people I don't even i have never seen before but know about my ex-boyfriend Malcome from high school. I sign alot of autographs then guards clear my way to my car, I get inside takeoff my heels that are killing me then we zoom off from the crowd back to 172 Madison Avenue, NewYork, where I call home.