Dropping out of college was a very painful experience. Life goes on though and society forces you to adapt. I found myself in a bad relationship. I was forced to do stuff I didn't want to do. Forced to work jobs I didn't want to work at for no money. Forced to watch TV shows I didn't want to watch. I felt trapped. The one thing that kept me going was this quirky, glamorous blonde girl who participated on one of those many singing shows on TV.
She was different. She was really pretty. She had full wavy blonde hair and often went on stage without wearing shoes. Her voice was meek, powerful, sensual, ethereal, wobbly and poetic. She was glamorous in the same way Dolly Parton and Debbie Harry were but had her own kitten cuteness that would run out of magic sometimes, but then it would go right back to being magical again.
Every day I toughed it out with drudgery and put up a front. Then, at the end of every week, that blonde barefoot girl would destroy me when she made another performance. My ex-girlfriend wasn't happy with this at all, even though she had a generous choice of fella singers to admire.
Things improved but still, life is strange. The barefoot girl made it to the final before losing the contest. I got out of that unhappy relationship. The barefoot girl put on shoes and went on to do other work in show business, albums... musicals and stuff like that. She's still pretty and glamorous and has amazing potential, but I don't need to be saved from an unhappy relationship anymore.
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