(dont have one)

"Hey Taylor" yelled some random person from the huge crowd of people. I have just finished my concert. I gave a giant smile. As I turned I rememdered that I wanted this career it was my choice. My thoat started to hurt. " aww my baby how was the show?!" my manager asked. I rolled my eyes. I wish I didn't have this job. It really wasn't what I expected. People either hate or love you there is no in between. Its hotal, hair, make up, then its concert over and over the same songs the same every thing. I needed it to change. So I went to the person who got this all started. My mother. We never ever got along. I can't stand her and she can't stand me. That is why i don't talk to her. "Mother i am tired of this life this isn't what i want anymore." I said. She took another smoke of her cigerette. "you wanted it at first i gave to you" her words were ice cold as I spoke to her. " No you wanted this I tried to make you happy and now your even worst." I told her. Then out of nowhere i heard a gun shot my mom was down on the floor and bleeding. My body guard pushed me toward a door, another shot. my guard was down. A man walked toward me with the gun in his hand. I froze in fear. Instead if shooting me, he took his gun and hit me on the head knocking me out.