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bridgette. Tears were choked up in her brilliant green eyes. Dark flowing curly red hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail. Breath taking rose colored lips sat on her fair skin with a smile stretched across them. Patiently she stood there as nervous as anyone would be when meeting an idol.
"Right this way folks." A large man called out with the words security imprinted across his black shirt. Girls scrambled to get through the large gates into the small meeting area. Shirks and shrills escaped their mouths excitedly.
Slowly she made her way over to where the others were gathered. Grasping an envelope tightly in her petite hands as girls shoved their way through. Standing in the back alone was where she waited to greet her idol.
Five men exited from a door and seated themselves at the table set up for them. Screams were heard from every girl as they caught a look at them. The five waved their hands and said hello to the crowd.
One by one the girls approached the table and said their hellos. Each signed sheets of paper with their pictures imprinted on. Tears streamed down some girls faces, some were in complete astonishment and others were simply excited.
Finally it was her turn. She took small steps and paced her self as she walked over. Their eyes grew tired and faces bored of speaking to all the girls. Fake smiles and pretending kindness was all it was.
"Hi," spoke one with dark brown hair and shining blue eyes with dark circles surrounding them. She smiled and waved hello. A blank stare came across his face as he noticed she proceed walking on without his signature.
"Hello, how are you today?" the one beside him asked running his hands through a massive amount of curls. Glittering blue eyes shouted out with curiosity on why she was so quiet. A small smile filled her lips as she continued on. Signing the paper he realized she had left and go on to the man sitting next to him.
"Why so quiet beautiful?" he flirted. Enormous caramel colored eyes shined brightly. The smile he wore was pure and innocent. Her hands trembled as saw his face, it reminded her so much of what she loved in her ex-boyfriend.
The three watched her every step and breath as she walked on to the last two. Never had they come across such a strange act from a fan. In the back of their minds they somewhat liked it, how she didn't treat them like they were 'oh-so-famous'.
"Are you OK, you seem upset," stated the fourth man. She could feel his soft see green eyes watching her as she steadily walked to the final and last guy. He stretched his dirty blonde hair in complete disbelief of what just happen.
Standing in front of her idol, the one she looked for when sadness and pain filled her; she began to tremble with nervousness. His steady brown eyes just watched as she placed an envelope on the table. Dragging her hand lightly back to her side she could hear the other four questioning what she was doing.
"Thanks." She whispered and walked away. Reaching for the letter he felt all four pairs of eyes watching him. He turned to look at them and a smile grew across his lips, lighting up his eyes.
"Lets go guys! We've got a show to put on." A woman stated popping her head through the door. All left except for him; he stayed to see what was inside. Opening the letter his hands began to tense up and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
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Piercing brown eyes glared straight into mine. Small petite male lips colored a dark red sat on his golden skin. The lump in my throat grew as I could see out of the corner of my eye his hand rise. As I looked back at his hand it was to late it had already swung down and hit my thigh.
Hand prints were left on my body; my arms, legs, stomach and back. By the next day the hand prints had become bruises; large, purple, and painful. Tears stung my eyes as the mere site of them.
When it over, I had been hurt, destroyed and pulled apart into million pieces. I had spent a dreaded five months with an abusive, possessive, and jealous man. Fearing for my sanity and hope each day ... when it was over. I thought I had lost it all.
To be honest I didn't get through it because of your "inspiring music" or because you '"spoke to me." I got over it because I couldn't be weak, I wouldn't allow myself. Strong and hopeful I was... I couldn't be weak and hopeless, it wasn't me. Learning from the experience is the hardest part, because I knew it was all happening right before my eyes and I carried on not telling anyone.
'Why I am I telling you this?' You're wondering.
You're the only person who will listen. I don't care if you're famous or rich. I have no one else to tell and I can trust you because you don't know me. Someone to listen was all I needed which is what you just did, so thank you.
Sincerely,
Bridgette
"No, Thank you." He whispered folding the letter in his pocket and heading inside the arena.
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