Flash guns go off, people call my name, shout questions.
I feel alive and sick and out-of-place as I smile and wave, throwing back witty replies.
One foot in front of the other, I start to ascend the stairs. My dress gets caught as I lift my foot; trapped underneath as I put the foot down. I contort wildly, trying not to tear the dress, tumbling back down the stairs.
The headline the next day? Falling Star Debuts.