Five Word Challenge October 26: The Musician.

People said she was stupid and she sang crass songs. Her favorite musicians were The Kinks. She was often asked this question. "Who's your favorite musician of all times?" As if she was obligated to answer simply because she sang. Usually she answered, "Burt Bacharach", all the time her soul bursting up against her rib cage, yelling, "They're putting us in little boxes/ No character just uniformity/ They're trying to build a computerized community/ But they'll never make a zombie out of me…."

 Now she was sitting in the bath of a Japanese hotel, snorting coke off a torn piece off the breakfast menu. She could see Gwen Stefani from the corner of her eyes. She chortled with laughter and immediately gagged a bit on the coke. That girl was a time bomb of paradoxes. Sexy. Think Gavin Rossdale. Naive. Think Harajuku Dolls.

She had once met Gwen backstage. Gwen had smiled, that radiant, sunlike smile that dazzled her eyes and hid what Gwen’s were telling. Was it pity she saw in Gwen’s eyes? Friendship? Kindness? Anyways, it felt beautiful.

And ANYWAYS, here she was, snorting coke. It didn’t do to dwell on the recent past, especially her recent past. Her voice was gone (her face was gone) which is why her contract was gone which is why her manager was going. Her babies were on injunction. Her mother, bless her soul, was on TV. Lynne Spears "has cried her heart out over the trouble between her and Britney. She is brokenhearted. She wants her baby to be okay and to bring her grandkids home to Kentwood and raise them in a normal environment."

She flopped forward. Little sub-menus swirled around in the water, like gondolas released from their moorings at night.

(Not true, obviously. Much artistic license taken, still more obviously. Quote sourced from here.)