##Modern Liszt

"Are you going to go out there?" His voice doesn't conceal the demanding nature of the question.

"I will. I just need a few moments." I take several deep breaths before opening the door.

The screams increase until they are all I can hear. The team of body guards can barely keep them away from me. I take two steps backwards out of fear of getting trampled. My manager pushes me.

"Don't be scared, go!" he says. I walk forward through the crowd; the arena entrance is thirty feet away. My head is yanked to the side. Feeling my head, pieces of hair fall out.

"I got it! I got it!" Someone screams. A few people dive at the ground to grab follicles. Multiple hands reach through my bodyguards and feel my body. I begin to weep, and fans hold out their hands to collect my tears. They don't see me as a person; they see me as a receptacle for their love and desire. I am a canvas to project their dreams of a perfect romantic partner.

One scratches my face. When I turn, I see the rage on his face. That's how it always ends with them. Reality is disappointing compared to fantasy. Rather than accept this fact, they grow angry and abuse the disappointment before them. It's strange how I cannot tell the difference between their love and hatred.

When I reach the door, I feel relief. The bodyguards push it shut behind me as a few try to shove their face in for one last look. I am guided to my make-up where I collapse. Closing my eyes, I wish for it all to be over as I enjoy the few moments of solitude.

There's a loud crash behind me. When I turn around, a fan is crawling through the broken glass. Blood spills from her whole body. When she sees me, she flashes a disturbingly large smile. Pushing off the ground, she runs towards me at an inhumane speed.

A bodyguard tackles her before she can get me. Two wrestle to get a hold of her while another two stand in front of the broken window. She shakes her arm at me in attempt to touch me, but all she does fling her blood onto me. When I look back to the mirror, my body takes over. If I am going to survive, I can no longer be present. My only hiding place is inside of me, and I will stay there for the rest of my life.

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