Sara knew that most of her fans were only interested in the image she projected. She was a superstar after all. Still, the freckled-face singer felt that no one knew who she was and no one really cared. Why would they? She was just one of many orphans. She was just a girl whose parents made a mistake and got killed for it.
She wasn't sincere with them, Her manager, Dotty, told her that sadness didn't sell. She told her to swallow her trauma and keep it to herself. Did she listen? Yes. Did the journalists listen? Of course not. They dug up dirt on her and exposed the fact she lost her parents at a young age and that she wasn't as happy as she claimed.
Instead of destroying her career, it only boosted it. Here she was, fittingly named Unnamed Girl and representing all the outcasts of society, those who were ignored. Still, they didn't know who she was. At times Sara felt blessed that they couldn't recognize her when she was wearing her civilian clothes. But there were days when Sara wished someone could see her as she was. She craved company. She craved to be seen, but maybe all of it is just a dream.
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