A short story based on a song made about the Great an Powerful Trixie, it is an incrediblely deep song that is about the side of her that just wants to be loved.
Listen to it here: [link]
This story is written for Trixie and people like her, may they find purpose as they dance alone...
I wrote this in about an hour. Let me know what you guys think.
"Behind every puff of smoke,
behind every burst of sparks,
behind every show of hand,
lays a person, an artist, just wanting people's approval, people's affection, people's attention.
Someone who just wants people to know who they are, to be loved, so they leave behind a part of themselves with this world...
Someone who just wants someone to remember they exsist...
Trixie, may your soul find love as you dance to the music of your lonely desires..."