Countess Coloratura was definitely tired and burned out after the lyrics started to come out as if she was singing on autopilot. She hated when that happened because it meant that she was tired. It reminded her that she wasn't just a famous pop star singer. No, she was a regular girl despite having the extra security due to being famous. Her dark and green dyed hair was moving wildly as she danced and sang her last line of lyrics for the night. After she had finished with a high note, everyone clapped and cheered wildly for Countess Coloratura.

When Countess Coloratura disappeared after stage, her manager Svengallop was there, making sure that she couldn't escape right after her concert. "Don't go anywhere, Countess." He called out to her and the glare that was aimed at him showed Svengallop that Coloratura wasn't in the mood to be messed with at the moment. "Give me a moment to talk to you. It's about your latest release. It only has one thousand views. Any reason why that is?" He asked, not trying to get angry.

"It's just the first day of the single being released, Svengallop. It will be okay." Coloratura tells Svengallop, who glared at his charge, but he accepted her weak excuse and he let her go for the night. As Coloratura walked away from her manager, she couldn't believe how rude and cruel he was to her! I'm a teenaged girl! I am only sixteen years old! I can handle stress, but I have school as well. Coloratura thought as she wondered about how to do her homework when she got home. Coloratura didn't want to worry about anything stressful until she got home.

When she arrived home, Coloratura was greeted by the emptiness of the house. Carrying her book bag on her shoulders, Coloratura placed her bag in her room, which was colored grey. She had posters of herself as Countess Coloratura to tell herself who her fans love more, but she knew that her friends will love all of her and she wishes that she could just perform as herself. But, she knew that Svengallop wouldn't approve of that. She wished that the man wasn't so strict with her; it wasn't as like she was going anywhere if it means leaving. When Coloratura noticed the note that was written by her parents, she sighed as she read the note. Business trip again. She wanted to see them tonight, but work had gotten in the way once again.

She understood that her parents were busy, but she did want to see them. She didn't want glimpses of them anymore. She wanted to see them to tell them how her day and how shitty Svengallop was. Coloratura automatically went to the fridge to pull out a bottle of alcohol. She didn't know she had pulled out until she took a big gulp of it. When she pulled the bottle back with a gag, she had finally read the label of the alcohol. "Vodka is strong." Coloratura gagged at how strong the alcohol was, but when she took another shot of the burning liquid, Coloratura knew that she didn't care about herself at the moment. "I need to stay true to myself." Coloratura's drunkenness was very easy to see, but because Coloratura didn't like to show herself in public when she's merely tipsy, she knew that her friends would only see this certain side of her. "I want another friend." Coloratura spoke as her half lidded eyes showed the secret agony and pain that Coloratura went through when she's exhausted after a night of performing. She wanted someone to the there with her to let her know that she is cared for even with all of her faults.

After a couple of shots and big gulps of vodka, Coloratura was out of her mind as she was in a drunk stupor in the comfort of her home. She felt safe even as she was too drunk to even comprehend what was happening around her. When Coloratura moved too fast, the room would spin around her as she groaned from the dizziness. When Coloratura laid down, the dizziness had gotten worse. Coloratura reminded drinking a couple of beers on top of drinking vodka right after. As she groaned from the agony called drunkenness, Coloratura forced her to move to the bathroom. When she saw the toilet, she felt sick to her stomach and she vomited out everything she had drank for the night. Coloratura had done this before. She knew the routine. She knew that a raging hangover would appear the next morning.
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The next morning, Coloratura was groaning in pain as she could barely get up. "Shit, I knew that would have happened." Coloratura thought as she groaned from the pain of her raging hungover she had. "Being hungover once again." She sighed as she forced herself to get up. She didn't do her homework, she just gave into the agony of being busy person. When she realized that she didn’t do her homework, she groaned at her own stupidity. She knew that not doing her homework would hurt her in the mind, but the more she thought about it, she realized that she didn’t care. She knew that she should care, but she doesn’t and she knew that would bite her in the ass one day, but she didn’t care about the consequences at the moment. She only cared about making herself feel better and she knew that she had to help herself before she could help someone else.

She knew what could help her and that was therapy, but she didn't know how trustworthy therapy was. She didn't want to sign up and get someone that didn't even care about their patients that have been assigned to them. Rara have heard of failed therapy sessions and it frightens her so. She didn't want to be just another number added to a therapist's list. She wanted someone who cared about her and is willing to listen to her problems.

She didn't want anyone to tell her that because she is Countess Coloratura, she shouldn't have any problems. Everyone should have a therapist because everyone has problems that they want to talk about with a trusted person.

Author's Note

I hope everyone enjoys this first chapter. Please leave constructive criticism and no hateful words. Please tell me how to make this chapter and this story better.