Salvage My Life

 

- THIS IS THE REVISED VERSION

           

*NOTES- I didn’t rate it for nothing. LOTS OF LIME, PROBABLY WILL HAVE SOME VIOLENCE, AND MORE ADULT THEME

*NOTES- I DO NOT BEIEVE IN DISCLAIMERS! Now on with the show!

 

Prologue: Ready?

 

            *There weren’t as many people as one would expect. Backstage was relatively quiet compared to the front room. Now there was a room with more people than one would expect. If possible, there were more men in the front room than the night before. Selene shuddered. In just a few moments, she would have to go out there. Into that. Why oh why in the stars didn’t she stay in high school?  Life would have been so much easier! But no! She had to have things her way. Her parents told her to do her homework, and what did she do? Read comic books. Her parents told her to stop dating Darien Chiba and stay away form him, and what did she do? Become even closer to him. Her parents told her to stay in school, and what did she do? Run away from it and them with Darien. What the hell had she been thinking? And now, here she was. Yes, this was the life she had always dreamed about. It was perfect.

            Now, without her parents and little brother nagging at her, she partied all night. She got up at one every afternoon and then went out and did it all over again. She lived in a huge pent house in San Francisco, right above the wharf. She and Darien spent what little time they had together awake, laying lazily in bed beside each other, usually in their  birthday suits. Yes, She lived the ideal lifestyle.

            Then she woke up from wonderland and opened her eyes. Who the hell did she think she was? Alice? More like Joan Cleaver from Leave it to Beaver. Parties? What were they? One in the afternoon? Try six in the morning every morning, even weekends. Pent house? Try a two bed, one and a half bath apartment on the tenth floor of a smelly, flea and cockroach infested building. Oh, and don’t forget the insane rent the landlord charged her. Darien? Oh, that sleazy bastard. The one who had taken all of her hopes and dreams to the highest point possible, promising to marry her and stay with her forever. Yeah, him. Well, scratch that. All he had done was convince  her to leave her safe home, gotten her pregnant, and left her.

            “Selene, hey, Goddess! You’re one on five minutes!” Called a gruff voice from behind her.

            “Alright Jake, I’m ready.” She answered, looking herself over once more in the mirror. Her long golden hair with its silver highlights was lightly tousled and dripped down her back to her waist in long cascades. Her pale face was covered in transparent powder to take away the sheen of nervous sweat that accumulated along her brow. Her crystalline azure eyes peered at the world through heavy black mascara, and silver eye shadow and glitter highlighted the rest of her face. Ruby red lipstick took the place of her normally rosy lips color, and her long silver dress clung in every proper place it should, hips, thighs, bust, and much more. She really was ready. Yes, that was right. She was ready. Ready. Ready…

            “Selene, you’re on!”  Called Jake, the stage manager. She was not ready.*