The curtains rose up to show the bright lights as I dramatically lowered my head the audience was nothing but masks looking back at me, the lights were flashing and turned different colors I couldn't hear anything, it was like I was slowly drowning and as soon as I stopped everything went back to normal the crowd were people again and I curtseyed as the curtains fell and so did I may knees were weak and my heart was racing I slowly tried to get up, I could feel myself deteriorating, I walked to my dressing room and got undressed and walked to the lounge of the ballroom where I performed and paparazzi was there shouting questions "will you still be dancing next year," one asked, "Have you been dating your dance partner ?" A reporter asked, "Are you still depressed after the passing of your mother" another asked, "will your heart condition affect your future" one asked very impatiently "I will not answer any of your questions, now go home" I said walking away faster "Charlotte, please answer our questions, Charlotte" they called I ignored them and hopped in my car waiting for me, I sighed and just sat there enjoying the calmness of the car "great job Charlotte another great show, you were spectacular" my agent said heightening himself up in the seat I smiled and rummaged through my purse "oh we need to head to the pharmacist for your anti-depressants" he said just now recognizing I was out of my pills I looked at him with a stare of irritation "really Stafford your job is pretty basic from the way I see it, you're supposed to book gigs, shoo away paparazzi, have a car pick me up, drop me off and make sure I don't run out of my medication and guess what you're flunking on two out the five things and that's unsettling Stafford you're supposed to be my manager and monitor these things!" I said furiously crossing my arms "look honey bunches I understand that I'm not the best sometimes but I'll be better I promise" he said raising his right arm "you said that last time Stafford I'm tired of empty promises either get your act together or I'll fire you and find a manager who will" I said maliciously Stafford opened his mouth and just didn't say anything he got out of the car and I waited he came back with my medication he handed it to me and I grabbed it and put it in my bag the car pulled up to the apartment complex where I live, I got out of the car and headed inside I walked towards the elevator, pushed the button I waited and got in my apartment is the penthouse in the building I headed up, unlocked my door and walked upstairs in the dark and passed out on my bed.