The October Music: Second Verse - Day 12

The Look
Glamour. Fashion. Glitz and glitter. Dresses and skirts. Hair and jewelry. Makeup. Shoes and stockings and belts and purses. Anything that Mazie Jay did, anything she wore, became a trend. She was beyond a trending topic. She was beyond an ‘influencer’, for whatever that meant. She was an Icon.

She had her own lines of whatever items were fashionable. She had a brand that was instantly recognizable, even if someone wasn’t in tune with popular culture. She was building toward a surprise – a physical store of her very own. She did not possess what could be called an empire quite yet, but she was accumulating assets to do just that.

Where she went, people had to be there, taking pictures, begging for autographs, wanting to spend a single moment in the presence of radiant beauty and fame. She would always play along and play nice for the ‘little people’. She would smile and hug and take pictures and hold brief conversations that she would forget in five seconds but they would remember for the rest of their lives.

She continued to rocket up the public consciousness as she went about her business. Tabloids begged for pictures of her doing something inappropriate. She was on the cover of magazines, would appear on talk shows, and was in talks with E! to have her own reality show as well. There were even rumors that a Hollywood movie project was interested in bringing her on as a cameo or even more. Her star could not have been brighter.

But all stars burn out and so did she.

One night, one fateful night, she grew tired of the attention and the flashbulbs and the demands on her time. She was weary of maintaining her persona in public and wanted nothing more than a break. So, in the middle of the night, she hopped in her car and drove off into the darkness. Away from the prying eyes of neighbors and ‘journalists’. Away from stalkers and those looking to ‘cancel’ her. Away from everyone.
She could be alone.

She drove for a while, singing along to one of her own misguided songs on the radio, and let the feel of the open road relax her. She felt herself beginning to lose the constant tension in her back when her lights flashed and revealed the man running in front of her car. It was later found out that he had followed her and wanted an autograph.

She screamed and instinctively swerved and found the biggest tree on the side of the road. Her car hit. She hit. Both were totaled. When the police and ambulance arrived, they didn’t bother checking for a pulse. There was no need. She had clearly gone on to a better place, although to them, what could be better than the place she had been living in?

It was odd, though. When they found her, she had an expression on her face they did not expect.

​She had a look of relief.