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Post by dahlia charlie roberts on Jun 5, 2009 19:42:23 GMT -5
dahlia sat down on the large stage, crossing her legs and leaning back on her arms. she looked up at the ceiling of the stage, where the lights hung. she sighed. she sang for millions of people over the course of her career. millions. she wondered how many of those millions liked her music or just liked her looks. did her fans just love her because she was a nice piece of ass? or did they really love her music? a select few fans knew her personally or briefly, and she wondered if they loved her for her even after meeting her, or did they not like her personality? she sighed as she realized the thought too deeply into these things, and it just hurt her feelings when she thought deeply enough.
she knew that there was one person who loved her for her, and he loved her more than he loved anything. not seth. seth was one person who loved her for her, and he did love her very much, but not like this person loved her. this person's name was jackson rosenberg. dahlia loved him just as much as he loved her. but what happened? what happened to them? why did she just stop feeling anything for jackson? she loved him so much. what happened?
why?
and now she sat there, thinking with a slight flush of pink on her face, remembering the times they had gone backstage after performances and made out in the rafters and under the stage and all that nice stuff. she missed those days. she didn't love him anymore but she missed those days. why did she miss those days, though?
why?
at the sound of footsteps, dahlia looked around. "hey," she smiled. what a coincidence.
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Post by Jackson Tyler Rosenburg on Jun 6, 2009 19:57:14 GMT -5
OCC: Will post soon
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