Pop star Stories

Juliet, with her light brown hair spilling over the crisp hotel pillow, slowly blinked away the sleep. Her eyes, a warm shade of hazel, took in the unfamiliar room. She felt a comforting warmth beside her, and she turned to find the source. It was Heath, her bodyguard, his burly arms wrapped protectively around her. For a moment, she basked in the feeling of security he provided, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm....

Juliet stepped out of the shower, the steam clinging to her light brown hair like a misty veil. She wrapped herself in a plush towel, her thoughts lingering on the previous night's performance. The roar of the crowd, the flash of cameras, and the electricity of the stage—it was all she had ever known. At just twenty-five, her career had skyrocketed, making her a pop star everyone talked about, but she couldn't ignore the...

Over the last decade being a freelance writer reporting on sex and relationships, I haven’t suffered from the belief that serious, respectful writing was incompatible with prurient detail. I got into writing about sex because I enjoy it. And I am just as happy to inspire fantasy as I am to inform my reader. Women like myself have often wrote to titillate, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take objective reporting seriously. B...

4.After her performance, Keisha sat in her dressing room cooling down. Tonight was her last of two nights performing in Las Vegas. The shows went smoothly as hours of rehearsing her dance routine had paid off, and her screaming adoring fans loved her. Yet, she felt distracted during the entire performance. It wasn’t until she had a moment alone that she realized she had been thinking about Tom the whole time.Right on cue,...

1. Just one foot in front of the other, Tom thought to himself as he traversed the seemingly endless length of red carpet. He was slightly proud of himself for remembering to stop by the big name reporters and bloggers as his publicist requested of him. It was all a blur, of course, with cameras flashing, reporters rambling superficial questions, and fans screaming to gain a wave, nod, or a shout-out from their favorite c...

My name is Cheyenne. I'm sixteen and have been working to become a famous singer since I was little. My mom has taken me to years of singing lessons, auditions, and festivals trying to make this happen, but so far nothing has really gone my way. I really do have a good voice and I'm very pretty. Last year a talent scout from L.A. said I was talented and that my body was perfect, except my boobs which he said were too smal...