-_- How is this fan fiction? This is my own work. Oh, Wattpad.

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Fame

That is what almost everyone strives for, that is what almost everyone desires. This desire for fame brings on the adoration of many males and females, ranging from many ages. Fame also brings many riches. It brings so much, but once it starts to go to your head, you come face to face with the fame monster. And that is when they all fall.

"Jasmine! Get a move on, it's time for the show." An old man with a receding hairline yells out to a young woman that sits in her dressing room and looks over herself. The makeup artists work on fixing up her purple dyed hair and her extravagant makeup.

"I'm coming, Bert. I'm just getting my final touches done." Jasmine calls out to the old man as she rises from her seat. She turns to him and adjusts her fancy yellow gown. Bert nods and hands her her single prop for the play she among others are performing for the theater audience.

She looks at the comedy tragedy mask in her hand and holds it over her face.

Fame, money, power

 Jasmine blinks and looks back at the makeup artists that are silently putting away their stuff. She shakes her head, putting off what she heard as just her imagination and puts on the mask and follows Bert out to the stage, hidden behind a curtain.

Her gaze behind the mask becomes tunnel like, but she doesn't think much of it and walks to the center of the stage. The sound around her goes mute, the curtains open, lights hit her, and her arms open wide, she opens her mouth. . .nothing comes out.

People wait for a bit before they start whispering. Jasmine stands there frozen, her mouth open under the mask, but nothing she memorized comes out.

Jasmine pulls off the mask and runs off the stage to the back. Someone steps up on stage to pardon this mishap and asks for the audience to be patient.

"What the hell was that, Jasmine?!" Bert yells out at the woman who sits on a crate backstage.

"I-I-I don't know! It's like all the words just left my mind. I memorized them. You know I did, but now I can't get them out." Jasmine explains to him, but he simply shakes his head. Jasmine opens her mouth to explain herself some more, but he slaps her across the face and drags her out of the theater, pushing her out through the back door.

"Bert! Don't do this! You need me!" Jasmine pleads with him.

"Need you?! You're replaceable, Jasmine! I mean here's your replacement already." Bert says as he motions over a curvaceous brunette to his side. She walks over to them and looks at Jasmine with a satisfied smirk.

"Well, Jazzy, looks like it's my turn." The woman says, and closes the door in her face. Jasmine tries to open it, but to no avail. She kicks at the door one last time and then leaves from the alley to the five star hotel she is staying at.

Jasmine reaches the front desk and the woman attending jumps as she looks at Jasmine's makeup running down her face.

"I need my room key. I left it in the dressing room, please." Jasmine tells the woman who is trying to hide her grimace.

"Name and room number?" She questions her. Jasmine rubs the bridge of her nose and recites Bert's full name along with her room number. She gets the key and heads upstairs to her suite.

Jasmine walks in and plops down on the couch. She looks to her hand and realizes she brought the comedy tragedy mask with her. She looks at it and then throws it on the ground, breaking it in half.

She walks over to the mini-bar and serves herself some margaritas, more alcohol than anything else.

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"There you are, you ungrateful son of a bitch!" Jasmine yells out in a slur as she throws a whisky bottle by the wall as Bert walks in with the brunette that replaced her. They both jump and look at the drunk and messy woman.

"You're drunk! Well, that doesn't matter anymore! I want you to get the hell out of here!" Bert yells at her and Jasmine laughs and points to him, or tries to in her inebriated state.

"So you find this slutty bimbo, and you wanna replace me after one mess up. I'm a star! I'm Show Bizz Jazzy! You need me!" She yells out at him, she stumbles over to them but ends up tripping on her own two feet.

The next thing she knows she is picked up by two burley men. She kicks her legs trying to get away from them, her powerful screams make other residents step out to see what all the commotion is about.

Jasmine can feel it. She is falling further down and down. One little mistake became the tipping point of her downfall. She continues to scream as she's thrown out. She looks at the puddle she's thrown in and throws a tantrum as she continues to make a fool of herself.

A fallen star.

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Weeks had gone by, and the person Jasmine once was no longer exists. Now she roams the streets in the once glorious yellow dress of her falling day, her whole person a complete mess. She walks around in a daze, landing on a lonely fountain in a park. She looks at it and goes in, cleansing herself from the dirt and grime on her skin.

"My life is in ruins. I lost my money, my fame, and my power." Jasmine says as she sits in the cold water. She looks at her pathetic reflection and slaps it, distorting it severely to the point where she no longer sees herself.

Fame monster. . .

Jasmine stares at this reflection. She slowly smiles and rises from the water.

"I'm Show Bizz Jazzy, and it's time to give the audience a show!" She says loudly and proudly with her arms wide open. "My tragedy has begun, let us begin the first act. A new image!" Jasmine jumps out of the fountain and twirls out of the park.

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"Second act, taking the stage." Jasmine says as she finishes painting a black star on her right cheek. She smiles and blows a kiss at her reflection. "I bid you farewell, stranger." Jasmine says as she looks at a store clerk that was strangled by the tie she now wears around her neck. She smiles and twirls out of the store.

Jasmine stops halfway and sees a mask that looks like the comedy tragedy mask she had a long time ago. She smiles at it and takes it, putting it over her face.

"It's showtime!" Jasmine says as she goes to the theater. She sneaks around and manages to get inside the front entrance with no problem. She follows the sound of the crowd and opens the grand door to enter the stage room. 

Jasmine smiles under the mask and sees the brunette that stole her place, acting. She gives a hearty sigh and twirls up the center aisle towards the stage. Some crowd members turn to look at the masked woman in complete confusion. 

Even the brunette slightly stops as she sees Jasmine coming up the stage. She frowns and holds the green flower in her hand tighter. 

She twirls around the brunette and then stops behind her. Before she turns Jasmine wraps her arms around the brunette, keeping her facing forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the third and final act in my play: The Art of Suicide!" Jasmine grabs the brunette's hands and puts a knife in it. She continues to hold the woman that now tries to struggle against her. Jasmine out-powers her and controls her moves like a puppet and makes her slit her throat.

The crowd gasps, and watches the choking brunette fall limp to the ground, her blood pooling out under her.

She removes her mask and bows to the stunned and silent crowd. She kneels down on all fours and picks up the bloody green flower with her teeth then  grabs it with her hand.

"Thank you for the kind gesture my dear." She says and rises, bowing again to the crowd. The crowd cheers, thinking it's all part of the show. Jasmine basks in the cheering and steps over the body.  

"My name is Show Bizz Jazzy and it's showtime!"