[H3][center][color=violet]Birdy [/color][/center][/h3]

Throwing her head back, Birdy thrust her arms out and cocked her hip.  [Color=violet]''Ah Ah ah, the taste so sweet, like sugar on my lips, ah ah ah''[/color] aura drummed along her vocal cords powering her voice so that the crowd could hear her even without a microphone. She'd worked hard to develop a reputation as the world's most powerful singer. Rotating her arms around, she circled her hips and again sang out [color=violet]''Your kisses, those sweet little thing, make me wanna call myself Misses. Marriage in the cards, babies in my arms, oh a future a future for us!''[/color] She'd spent years training her voice to be a warrior, and now she's singing a ridiculous song about making babies. She didn't know why she did this anymore.

As she took a breath for the next line of the song, sudden screaming and applause caught her notice, and she was reminded why she did it. The adoration of the crowd, the love of her fans, the adrenaline from demanding people, oh how alive she felt, even if she did feel ridiculous at times.

Finishing up the routine, Birdy was exhausted. The middle of her tour, fourth set in a week, she needed a break. Kissing her palms she threw her arms out again, shouting to the crowd [color=violet]"MAN, I love you guys, I wouldn't be doing this without you! All my love, and I'll see you guys at the next performance right?"[/color] bowing, she trotted off stage, heading to her dressing room, already undoing the buttons on the side of the leotard she was wearing. The red sequins glinting brightly, despite the dim lighting in the backstage area. Coming around unfinished walls, she stepped into the alcove set aside for her dressing area. 

Pulling the curtain closed, she tugged the wig off her head and began scrubbing the makeup off of her face. Looking into the mirror she finally saw her familiar face, no longer the glamorous singer, she was just plain old Birdy again. Pulling on a hoodie over her sports bra and some leggings she grabbed her xpod 3 tugged her headphones on and was ready to head home. 

Suddenly her curtain was pulled away, a flustered stage manager looking in, clipboard clutched tightly to plump breasts. [B]"Who are you? And where's Birdy at? The crowd wants an encore and we'll have a rampage if she disappears again!"[/b]

Birdy felt like laughing, why is it they always assume she's not Birdy? It's just a wig and a little make up. Shrugging, Birdy informed her [color=violet]"I don't know where she went. I snuck in here to get an autograph. But I haven't been able to find Birdy since I got back here. If you see her, tell her I said hi"[/color] Rounding her, Birdy began moving quickly for the exit, ready to take off if the woman had enough braincells left to figure out who she was. 

Jerking the door open,  nighttime air brushed her face. Birdy sighed, it was time to go "home" and get some rest. Clutching her hoodie tighter, she jogged out into the night, music blurring out the nighttime sounds.