"So," he smiled,
"Tell me, everything,
He grinned.
And none of that crap about sex drugs and rock 'n' roll."
He chuckled and gave him a wry smile,
"Alright, you wanna know the truth?
It's all about the thrill,
It's about the adrenaline rush,
It's all about the fame."
"Is that all?" He asks,
"It's about the high," he continues,
Stoned faced and eyes empty.
"It's about the dirtiness,
It's all about the underground,
and the drugs.
Screw the glamour. There is no glamour.
It's all seedy back-street clubs and rolled up fivers.
That. Is what it's all about."
"Oh," he replied,
A confused stare.
"I'm sorry I asked,
And the good parts?"
"I already told you all the positives,
What more do you need?"
It's a way of life,
You get used to it.
You even learn to like it.
Hell, you learn to depend on it."
A slight smile came but no more,
The last glint behind his eyes,
Disappears.
He surrenders. |
Submission Name: The Truth Behind The Glamour.
