Well, you get to read it first! This is my creative writing coursework for English, this is the first version, and may ned tidying up but info before you read on.
This story is probably coming from deep within me, my own hopes and dreams for the future, and it's just the ramblings that go on in my mind that have to be translated onto my keyboard! I wrote this improvising, it's how I work best, I cannot plan or draft things. I don't do that, it's not me. anyways, enjoy.
This is Me
The adrenaline pumped excitedly through my veins. This is where I belong, all eyes on me. My heart was racing with happiness and my whole body tingled with thrill.
I opened my mouth, the audience became quieter.
My voice bounced and echoed off the walls and my other personality took control. I was someone else on that stage: the confident, alpha-female star that I really was deep inside. The passion was oozing from within me and I knew.
This is me. I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I’ve found who I am and there’s no way to hold it in. I’m not going to hide who I want to be. This is me.
As I finished, the applause thundered tremendously, their faces all lit up with joy. I was glad to make them happy. I slightly bowed or curtsied and then model-walked off. The buzz was unlike anything I’ve felt before, I felt so powerful and strong, like a lioness.
A-list celebrities were in there tonight, that made me feel amazing. I wanted to burst out of my skin and just shout about why I was so happy. My energy was so high and I hadn’t even had chocolate yet. All this could mean big things; this could be my big break.
As I went into the bar, my friends rushed over to me, Rachel gushing proudly, “Babe, you were amazing.” I felt so honoured to be this girl’s friend. She was always there for me. Through thick and thin, she puts up with my moodiest behaviour and my most pathetic rants. She’s brilliant.
I turned around and went to get a drink to calm myself down. As I hopped up onto a seat some big brother stars sauntered past and smiled broadly at me. I grinned back.
My emotions were uncontrollable; it made me feel so good. The barman asked what I would like and I was just about to say ‘J20’ when Simon Cowell squeezed beside me and said, “Whatever she’s having, it’s on me.” My heart nearly stopped. Simon Cowell!? It was just unreal. He gave me his trademark wink and smiled. His blinding white teeth shimmered like stars and I knew my life was going to change forever.
I was so fixated on his smile I wasn’t listening to what he was saying. “Sorry, I was miles away.” He laughed and put his hand on mine.
“You are amazing. So young, so talented, so confident.” I couldn’t take it in. “So, Miss Cambell.” I smiled. “I want you to sign this record deal.” My mouth dropped and I stuttered with happiness and disbelief. Tears streamed down my face, I have never cried of happiness before. My feelings raced furiously around my body and out of pure excitement I flung my arms around him. “Thank you so much, my life is now complete!” I retracted, feeling a bit silly in my slightly odd reaction. He laughed again. “You’re very welcome, you deserve it. I’ll be waiting outside at the end for you.” He winked and then walked over to some other a-list celebs he knew. I turned back around on my seat and sat there, (still with my mouth wide open.) A few of my mates came over to me and nudged me playfully, “Hey girl, catching flies are we?” I swivelled around and shut my mouth, and then I smiled. They all stared blankly at me. “What?” they all became intrigued in my proud face. I laughed.
“You’ll never guess.”
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The comforting odour of sweat has never felt so reassuring. It was fine, I was nervous so the adrenaline would get going and I would perform my very best. I wanted to impress him, I had to impress him. I would never forgive myself if he didn’t like me. I don’t know why I value his opinion so much, but he’s friends with a lot of other celebrities, and that could mean more opportunities if I can get in with him. Not only that, but he seems like a funny and kind guy, so why can’t I just go for it? I put on my deodorant and headed back into the interviewing room.
I sat down on the neon green chair and felt like a princess. My make-up was being touched-up every second, the producers were explaining about the interview and how nice he was and I shouldn’t be worried and that I should just have fun with it. Cool, that’s just fine then; I should get on with this swimmingly. My eyes kept wondering to the black chair next to me, where Jonathan would be sitting when he arrived.
The door swung open and that face that was all over TV just stood there smiling in a smart suit. “Hello guys.” He opened his mouth with an even wider grin as his eyes met mine. He hurriedly came over to me dodging all the cables and cameras along his way, as he came to shake my hand. It was a bit too friendly, almost as if he was nervous. As he did so I blurted out, “Hiya,” very confidently and forwardly. I wanted to show him I was able to remain in the presence of him and not be jaded or do or say something stupid or silly. “Nice to meet you.” I also added.
“And you my love, I’ve been looking forward to it. You seem like a lot of fun.” I could be a lot of fun, its good that’s come across in the media. I didn’t want to seem like a boring old twit.
The producers started to explain this would be cut down to about ten to fifteen minutes from about forty-five. I tell you now, I love being interviewed. I love that people have an interest in what I have to say, and I’ve been to a lot now, so they can’t exactly be getting bored now can they?
“Ok, in three, two, one, action!” Mark Lawson (the director) didn’t actually say action, they don’t usually say action, and they mouth it and do thumbs up or a pointy finger sign. It’s quite funny to be honest.
“So Rosie,” He stopped and started laughing, “great! Your name doesn’t help my speech impediment!” I laughed as well and then he looked all serious and I did the same in a jokingly way and he started again.
“Hello, Rosie.”
“Hi.”
“Finally I get the chance to interview you; my family adore you, as do I.”
“Aww thank you.” I felt special, I really did.
“So there will be some silly questions and some not-so-silly ones and then some that people have submitted to us.” I nodded after he’d explained this.
“So, quite oddly the most asked question that’s being asked is how tall you are; now it seems people can’t decide if they think you’re tall or short. I can’t tell as your sitting down but…” I stood up and twirled around and said,
“I’m five foot four, roughly.” As I sat back down and he laughed,
“Not so tall and not so short then?” We had a laugh and the interview continued fun filled and exciting.
“The last question everyone wants know is why did you call your debut album ‘This is Me’?” I smiled, and looked at the camera.
“That’s a great question, erm well, this will probably take up the whole ten minutes but, here we go.” Jonathan sat on the edge of his seat, listening intently and I felt like I really mattered, these words that were about to pour from my mouth were going to be magic to the bare ears. “I used to be bullied; I wasn’t popular or known for what you know me for now. I wasn’t as confident as I am now, I didn’t or I couldn’t let my real personality shine through. I felt so controlled and restricted and I felt like I didn’t belong. I hope people can see that I’m in my element when I’m working on stage or TV. There’s nothing else I can even start to imagine myself doing and it means the world to me. This has been my path for life and I knew from a young age, this is exactly where I want to be and there’s no way anyone is going to get in my way and stop me. This is what I love; this is who I’m meant to be. This is me.” A kind of mysterious and magical silence filled the room, and Jonathan retracted back into his seat and looked down and sighed. “Just incredible, amazing young lady you are. It’s been a pleasure, thank you very much.” He bent over to shake my hand, “no, thank you.” I said as I put my hand out.
The interview got broadcasted everywhere, from BBC1 to Channel 4 to E4. It even got a five minute slot on MTV2. I was on top of the world. My stomach kept tying itself in a knot, reminding me how bizarre and how beautiful life can be. I was so grateful, for everything.
Almost a year since my debut album made its breakthrough, my single ‘This is Me’ is still in the charts. Top 20 if you must know. To be there for that long is a miracle. To get in the World Record’s for it is also amazing. I’ve cracked America, just like Leona Lewis did in her start to a career.
I leaned out in my seat and looked around. My happy lenses (sunglasses that make everything brighter), were on and I was hoping for someone to notice me, that feeling of success and acknowledgement just filled me with a buzz, a comforting buzz that was telling me this was where I belong, I’ve found my place in the world, people recognize me for the good things and the talent, not for being that-girl-you-saw-once then disappeared (you wouldn’t get noticed anyway, would you?.) To keep this status this high, takes a high standard amount of work. It’s fun work though, difficult and stressful at times, but it’s amazingly exciting.
I stepped off the plane with my new L.A girls (they were still the funny cheeky British babes I had when we were crossing the pond) and they were looking stylish in the sun. I however, wanted to be a bit more out-there when I first arrived in America. I was a bit bright and neon, but that was the norm for me. I did get a few looks, but most of them smiling and nodding and saying “Hey!” as we got into the airport. Everybody was so friendly and as we came through the terminal I saw a sign saying, ‘Rosie and Friends’. Sounded like a kids TV programme if you ask me. But I had a swig of my water and pointed towards the smiling chap who was going to take us to our villa.
“It’s a privilege to be driving such a talented young lady.” I smiled into the mirror so he could see my face. “Thank you, I’m just excited to be here!”
“You will love it here sweetie, everything’s bigger and brighter.” I felt a bit offended. England could be bright and big too, it wasn’t tea with the queen and major rainy dullsville all the time. Oh god, I’m already sounding like an American.
We drove up around a big swerving bend, and only fantasy could describe what we saw.
“Oh. My. God.” I gaped in awe and stepped out the taxi, and looked upwards. “It’s like a castle!” I couldn’t believe it. Rachel came over to me and put her arm around me. “I’m so glad you’re famous!” We both laughed. Jodie came over as she picked up her bag. “Me too, glad that you’re famous and dirty rich!”
We all doubled over and waved to the driver and ran to the door. I jammed the key in and opened our magical fairytale mansion. It was like we were royalty. I dropped my bags and sprinted over to the large glass window. The swimming pool was huge and the same colour as the sky. It felt great, but it was going to take a while to get used to.
I turned around and ran and jumped on the leather sofa. “Bliss.” I concluded. Both of the best mates in the world sat down either side of me and turned on the telly and laughed about how great it was. It was just getting better and better.
We were out on the town and I was signing autographs a fair bit, and my other mates, before I was known so well would have been standing there getting a bit annoyed about how everyone was coming up to me and all that, but these guys were great, and they were going to be in a film as dancers and I was so happy for them. I on the other hand was going to interviews and perform on Ellen Degeneres. Then it was another week getting out and about, and then it would be back home to England.
“It’s lovely, everyone has been so friendly and I’ve only been here three days and it’s been great!” On being asked how I liked being in America by Ellen.
“Great, that’s great. So, you’re going to perform for us now?”
“Yep.” I got up and walked over to the microphone in the middle of the stage and waited for the intro.
The week went so fast and I soon as I turned I was back in England. Beautiful, bright, big England. I’m never going to move away, Britain is where I belong and I was proud to be wearing some of my friend’s clothes she had designed, and she had now had her own fashion line! I knew she could do it; she has all the power and drive in the world. Tonight I was to do a gig in Cambridge, my hometown. (My proper hometown.) The corn exchange where I had been many times to see other performers.
Loads of my friends and relatives were there along with my fans. It’s weird saying that. My fans. I like it though.
The song came out of my mouth like fireworks, the words were so powerful and the beat was strong, and kept me going. These elements all helped me overcome my insecurities, my fears and my nonsense dreams. Life is what you make it, not some piece of paper saying how good you are at something. I hadn’t forgotten my friends or family. They’re of course still a big part of my life. They are my life. But I did this by myself. I completed this journey on my own and I did it successfully with distinction. Now I’ve been accepted. Not everyone is going to like me, and I’m not expecting them to. To know I’ve made something of myself due to my own actions is fulfilling. I didn’t want to die and not achieve anything. The clapping was my lullaby, and it sent me soaring higher than I could have ever imagined.
Thinking about it now, my greatest want in life overtook me, but it was so worth it. I hope I was an inspiration to people. I hope they could find some power within themselves to find a light and share it with the world. If everybody could find that light, we would all be successful and famous. I guess I just made it happen. Or perhaps it was my destiny to show others to make the most of what you have when you’ve got it. You can do anything, no matter how old or how young. Make it happen and believe you can do anything. Maybe I was just lucky, or maybe it was fate. My family can live in my financial dream knowing that they don’t have to worry about work anymore; they did enough for me anyway. I am sad, that I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted to. But I was living in a magical land than few people get to enjoy. Be yourself, and other people will love you for it, don’t live life being morphed into something you’re not. It’s who you are, and there’s no point in hiding it. I made that mistake for far too long. So don’t be afraid of the opportunities, go for it and do it for yourself. It’s your life’s purpose. Everybody should have that chance.
I guess I just died, living my dream.
The End.
) I think it's the insults and the remarks and the 'bullying' i guess I got beforehand that made me alter myself. But I only wear make-up as a statement. I don't do it to hide anything, I have nothing to hide, as you can see I'm a very honest and open person. 
Tim Minchin. < How can you not love this guy!? 
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