The Shattered Image Series (I Was a Teen Idol)

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Author: Kristie Langford
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front of the camera and become outgoing like her. She was still the one everyone loved most.
     
    After the interview frenzy died down the lessons started: dance, vocal, public speech, education (with private tutors). Day in and day out for weeks were a slew of things that we needed to learn in order to be the perfect pop stars, the perfect idols. They wanted us to rocket to platinum stardom and for children, teens, and adults to idolize us until they went crazy with their love for us.  
     
    It was hard to get used to the lessons and the need to be perfect when we were out. People constantly took our pictures, wanted us to say something for an article. We needed to be angels almost 24/7 in the public eye. Mia loved every second, the constant moving schedule and the people always wanting our attention… it was her version of paradise. I could have taken or left it. I was just happy to be with her, all we really had was each other. We hardly ever saw other kids during those weeks when they were grooming us. I would have gone insane if I didn’t have her to talk to. I missed the simple things though: like sneaking a sleep in on the weekends, or being able to read a book under a tree when the weather was nice.
     
    Six months after being adopted we were ready to debut as our idol personas. I was Jazzy and Mia was Melody. I thought the names were corny, but we hadn’t gotten the choice in picking them.  They had us debut on our thirteenth birthday. The record label threw a huge party. We had over a million guests and over half of them had bought tickets in order to attend. I get butterflies even now, thinking about that first live performance we had to do for our guests.
     
    ***
     
    My makeup artist, Trish, combed through the pink wig on my head one final time. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had sparkles on my cheeks and headphones around my neck. I looked like I had stepped out of a Japanese anime. Mia sat next to me in her blue wig and let her makeup artist, Rose, brush more powder onto her face. I gripped the chair’s arm and bit my lip. Trish lightly patted my cheek to get me to stop or I would’ve messed up the light gloss she had just caked on them.
     
    “I can’t do this,” I said to Mia.
     
    She was as calm as ever, taking in the chaos of people running around us, and my nerves, with ease. “You’ll do fine. We’ve practiced the songs and dances a thousand times. We could do it in our sleep.”
     
    “That doesn’t help me. What if I trip and fall or one of the backup dancers gets in the way? I don’t think I could survive the humiliation. I’m replaceable, they like you better than me. All they would have to do is find another girl that looked similar to you and I would be out the door and back into the system. No one would know.”
     
    “Will you calm down? Firstly, they won’t replace you, not if they want to keep me and two they can’t replace you, thousands of people know what we look like and know that we’re identical. Someone would see the difference between me and another girl and say something. They don’t want that type of controversy on their hands.”
     
    She was right, but there were still butterflies in my stomach. Everything was riding on the first performance. If I blew it then we wouldn’t be able to ride the rocket to stardom and I knew that was something Mia and the record label wanted more than anything.
     
    Before I knew it, it was five minutes to going live. The band before us had done a good job of energizing the crowd, making them scream and jump around. They couldn’t wait to see Mia and me perform. They already loved us and we hadn’t even performed, or proven ourselves worthy of their fan worship.
     
    With two minutes to go before we were live, Mia and I were placed onto the stage lift and we took our opening positions. The beat to the first song began to play; I could feel the thump of it in my chest, though that could have also been the thumping of my

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