For Sasha, thank you for this amazing starter.
I don’t remember dying.. but they all say I have.
As she listened to all of the people standing around the casket, she finally realized they were speaking about her in the past tense.
What had happened?
Was that a casket?
She was dead?
She remembered the spotlight being on, the music playing, singing the new number that Jimmy had written for her. What the hell was going on?
Bubbles had known she was going to be a dancer for as long as she could remember. She had dreamed of twirling on stage with some of the best dancers in the world.
Growing up, she had taken ballet, tap, jazz, gymnastics, everything she could think of until she had puberty hit and the gods had seen fit to give her the largest set of melons she had ever seen.
Although she still practiced all the time, her dream had changed from one of dancing to one of entertaining.
Bubbles had become a world renowned burlesque performer. Her shows were sold out every night.
The memory started coming back to her; she was 90% done with her routine when she suddenly slipped on a loose feather in her amazing peacock costume.
Well, it couldn’t have been that amazing, since she was looking up at a crowd now gathered around her.
Their lips were moving and they seemed frantic about something. She couldn’t understand them over the ringing in her ears and the distant beating of… something.
What was it?
She couldn’t think of it. This was silly. She was normally very good at distinguishing sounds.
She tried to move and couldn’t.
The faces above her were becoming more frantic.
They looked like her mother did the first time she did her routine on the parallel bars. Well, the first time she did her routine and fell off the parallel bars.
Wait, Did she fall?
She tried to open her mouth to ask a question but found she couldn’t move.
This wasn’t good.
She also noticed she was getting cold; that it, the cold, was seeping up under her body.
It might be because of the stage, or because she was wet… why was she wet?
It began to get dark then, so dark and so cold; they looked so scared, the faces.
She looked down at the casket now. Finally able to focus.
Her boobs still looked huge, even from here.