Superstar - Personal Fiction

The room was dark, and only a solitary stream of white, island light shone through the curtains. My head pounds with relentlessness, and each pulse of pain brings back another memory of the previous crazy night. It had been my opening concert in Jamaica. Yes. I Emily Knorr, am a superstar.
I never thought I would ever become what I am when I was only five years old, going to voice and guitar lessons (complaining the whole time) and doing small performances in my hometown. My parents had cruelly ignored my pleas to quit my exhausting schedule of practices and concerts, but now I realize that they had a bigger picture in mind. Of course, all I wanted to do when I was a kid was be like everyone else. But here I am, in an expansive, fancy hotel room. I sit up and stretch out my skinny arms, moaning as my muscles protest. I roll over and shake my boyfriend, James, awake. Kissing him on the forehead.
“Mmmm…” he groans. We both had a little too much Tequila last night.
“Good morning babe. How did you sleep?”
“I was out the second my head hit the pillow.” He throws the covers off and walks to the window, his tan and muscular body a little clumsy from the hangover, finally pulling the curtains open to reveal the absolutely gorgeous scene that fills the window. The sun illuminates the whole room. My eyes scrunch as they adjust, my headache pounding, but all I can concentrate on is the pure beauty of the outdoors.
James is back on the bed, cupping my face in his hands. “Honey, you did so well last night. I’m so happy I could share this adventure with you.” His beautiful eyes stare into my soul. I just can’t get enough of just looking at him. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
James and I were always meant to be. I met him when I was only seventeen, working as a waitress at Winger’s. He had been with his closest sister, Michelle, and we had exchanged numbers. At seventeen, I already had a record deal, and working on an album. But I kept the job to keep my life as normal as possible. My parents had insisted I keep my schedule clear for concerts and recording sessions, but I really wanted the experience of keeping a job. Mine and James’ relationship had lasted four years so far. He was planning on going on an LDS mission when we met, but he decided to stay in Utah and help me with my career instead.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had never skyrocketed into fame. I would probably just be living an ordinary, peaceful life. I wonder if I ever would have met James. I would probably going to school, and maybe be married to someone in the temple.
But I like my life as a superstar. Ignorance is bliss, afterall.