Lila always dreamed of being a star.

She loved moving her body to the rhythm of any song she heard, allowing the emotions within her to pour out into her movement, compelling her to tap, spin, leap, and float across the floor. She could belt out a pop or Broadway tune at the top of her lungs, or send a ballad as soft as a whisper out into the air. But dance classes were brutally hard, auditions beat down her spirit, and she only sang in the car or the shower because no one listened to her anyway.

Yet the call of stage lights burning her face and blinding her eyes was still strong, and if she couldn’t be a star, well, then at least she could still be an entertainer of some kind.

The lights on this stage blinded her just enough so she couldn’t see the grubby faces in the audience staring at her every night through the curtain of thick, stale smoke that hung in the air, and her smile was always just bright enough that no one would ever guess the starlight within her had burned out long ago.


I’m joining the gang for Six Sentence Stories over at Ivy Walker‘s blog. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. This week’s cue is STAR. Click on the link right here to read some great stories and share your own!

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

18 thoughts on “Star Light

  1. I to always dreamed of being a star. Didn’t work out that way, so I’ll just have to settle for a little bit of Internet fame. Merry Christmas Happy New Year.

    Happy holidays !!!

  2. Aww…the starlight was out…aww…lol. But the optimist in me (oh heck…I’m a realist) thinks that you know…she could get that starlight back sometime. I mean you just never know. lol.
    Sending you hugs and wishes for a wonderful Christmas. 🙂

    1. I am also very much a realist. But perhaps an optimistic one. Or is it realistic optimist? 😀 Anyway…yes, I’d like to believe it’s still there somewhere. You never know.
      Hugs and wishes for a lovely Christmas right back to you! <3

    1. Sobering to think any of our lives could be encapsulated in six sentences, isn’t it? And yes, potential is the greatest thing. Something I try to keep in mind, especially on those darker days.
      Speaking of which, happy first day of summer!!! 😀 The days just get longer from here.

  3. Wonderful story albeit very sad. Desiring stardom and achieving it are too different things and from what I gather so hard to make it to the top. Unfortunately Lila made it to the bottom and it sounds very seedy. You’ve made me want to pluck her from that life and give her another. Good when a piece of writing causes that kind of emotion.

    1. Thank you, Irene. Yes, Lila landed in a dark place in more ways than one. I’m glad that came through. What a great bit of feedback to see before I sign off for the night!

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