If my life as an Artis ?
Tuesday, September 28, 2010 | 8:07 PM | 0 comments
Years ago, when I was a child, not little child, I have dreaming about is really wonderful life as I'm an artis?haha. So, it's started when the limo was a little late today but I keep on smiling. I can't let people see me in a bad mood. It's one of the rules of show business. Yes, we know of divas that throw tantrums (I'm not mentioning any names okay!) but I'm not like them.
People pay good money to hear my voice, to look at me. They want an escape from their mundane lives. So it's my task to bring a ray of light and the best way to do that is to smile, smile, smile!
I step out of the spaciously appointed limo (must thanks to sponsor!) and as usual the crowd surges. ''My fans have arrived!'' I whisper to one of the PAs.
People call out my name and take pictures. I wish I could speak to each and every one of them. I want to inspire, especially all the guys out there. I want to say : ''It's never too late to achieve your dream. I tried to be an artis years ago but didn't succeed at first. But I kept at it and look where I am now!"
But I can't do that, there's just not enough time. I'm always whisked away so fast that I can't even sign autographs. So I show my love in others ways. I make sure to always be in a different outfit each time I'm photographed. That way, each public appearance is special.
I make my grand entrance. I feel all eyes on me. The concert hall's already full! As I'm about to take the stage, the MC introduces me as ...Mendap?
GOSH!I though that name years ago for my name glamour in school! He must have heard the crowd outside calling. I must have a word with the organiser about this.
But I can't, I won't!, let this spoil my mood. After all, the show must go on.
p/s : what I wrote above just for my dream okay. not relate with any people who dead or alive :)