Obsessions.

Before the Show

I knew I only had a short amount of time before Marina would be on stage. I made my way through security with my fake backstage pass that they didn't even check half the time. I'm pretty sure if I didn't have it, I would've gotten in anyways. I arrived in a room with no particular entrance, it had more of an open feel to it. Old pictures of all the celebrities that had performed there covered the cream-colored walls. It looked a bit old and musty to be honest. I didn't pay too much attention to the decor because I had a much more important job to take care of right now. Every once in a while you could see interviewers talking to no-name artists that I had never heard before. One girl was explaining where she liked to shop and get her makeup from. "Who the hell cares", I mumbled to myself as I walked pass, looking for Marinas dressing room.