The lights flashed, gleaming with energy trying to out shine its competitors. The lights spun around me in flashes and gleams of exotic neon colors. I stopped to look at one. Its flashes and gleams spelled something familiar. Marilyn Monroe the neon pink color flashed at me. I blinked my eyes a few times, rushes of excitement building inside of me, the harsh pushes of the aggressive wind no longer effecting me. I stood there, that is my name in lights, that is my name.
“Thats me, thats my name!” I screamed not so much to myself. The lights screamed back at me their flashes of color nearly blinding me. I guess now I know what it is really like to sit right in front of a t.v. I hugged myself and then I took a few breaths to clam down and closed my eyes.
”’God, someones made a mistake.’” I said still not believing my name was up there.
I closed my eyes again.
”’Remember you are not a star.’” Yet there was my name up there in those flashing lights.