The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

19

YOU NEVER STOP TO THINK when you're in the mood of excitement, in the right hungry feeling for adventure. You never think when you're feeling like that.

Me and Klarise were lost in no time, we had ran for about ten minutes in one direction. Now, cold and shivering, also empty stomached, the both of us not wearing enough clothes, we get a bit of our senses back and try to find the way back to the bus.

"You're crazy," she said, rubbing her bare arms back and forth to create some kind of warmth.

I laughed. "I guess I am."

I glanced at her, that straight and perfect ponytail the makeup crew had done for her was already coming loose. Other than the dance rooms, I don't think me and her had ever hung out together before. Well, never actually. We were never 'hanging out', more like I have been the teacher trying to get her to remember and get better at her dances.

We don't talk to each other as we make our way back to the concert spot. But when we got back to where the buses were supposed to be, the buses weren't there anymore.

"Crap," I heard her curse under her breath.

I looked around us, but there wasn't a single person in sight.

"I think this is kind of bad."

"You think?" She looked at me, and I couldn't tell if she was more paranoid or mad.

All the excitement I had been feeling had drained away, I was only cold and shivering, and hungry. I sat down on the sidewalk near where the buses once were, while Klarise paced back and forth with her phone in her hand.

"Shit, there's no signal."

I reached in my pocket for my phone to check, and good enough, there was no signal. It was about one a.m., and we're stranded nowhere near the city but near a big stadium stage. And not one person was there, the only choice for us was to stay in one spot and wait.

She finally gives in and sits down next to me on the sidewalk. Five minutes pass by and all you can hear is the brewing of the mid September wind and our shaky breaths from the chilly air.

"Well..." I start, trying to fill in this gap between me and her. "The concert was nice. You did good."

"I came in eleventh, Maeve. Not even into the top ten."

"Close though."

She lays down, her back on the sidewalk, looking up at the blank dark sky. "BeBe got first place, that's really no surprise though."

I laid down on the sidewalk with her. "You should've been the one at the top."

"Well, I'm not. But thank you for the compliment."

I turned my head to face her, while she still looks up at the boring night sky, not a single star in sight. "This show is all bullshit. This place isn't the right place to show your talent. I know you have that."

After about a minute, she finally turns her head and looks at me. "You know how I said I came to this show and came to be a C-Pop star because there was a calling?"

I nod, waiting for her to continue.

"Well, that's only partly true. I came here also because I wanted to be like you."

I start laughing, maybe harder than I've ever laughed, but then I realized she's being dead serious.

"I have been homeschooled most of my life. My parents made me play the cello and piano the moment I could talk, they said it looked good and made a beautiful background. But you know...I love music. Music itself is just so fascinating, and I like to sing. But they didn't like that, still, I pushed in whatever time I had to sing. When I first saw your performances and music videos, you held the screen and stage alone with your presence. I just wanted to be like you. Well, maybe not as a C-Pop star, but somewhat like you."