# 3 - Electra

    Oh my dear beloved Jason Michael Miller, are you crazy ? I meant, were you crazy ? Like seriously, how can you ask me to smile when obviously I would cry until there's no more tears to cry. This is ridiculous! Absurd! Tears keeps on falling from my eyes. Of course I still remember everything - when we first met, when your parents died, when you came into my house, when we used to sleep together when we were kids,  how you would hug me so tightly when thunder came, how you would sing or play the guitar to lullaby me to sleep, our 14th valentines, our first kiss - everything, I still remember everything about us. I remember it all too well.
    How in the world am I going to fall in love again ? Answer me Jay. Answer me. Please come back. Please. There's no way of me falling in love again with another guy. That would mean erasing the memories of me and you. I don't want that. I want to remember you forever. I don't want to open the album just to look at your face because I couldn't remember it. That's scary. I don't want that to happen.
    I started crying like a baby again. My eyes are so badly swollen already. I think I'm losing grip right now. I just can't face the music. Not now. Not yet.
" Jaaaayy ! ", I scream.
    Then again, Jay's letter is his last wish for me. Because of that, I have to grant it. I try to wipe my tears away. Jay is watching me right now. I can't show him that I'm crying like a baby. Yet, my tears keeps on falling.
    The words of Jay's letter is starting to turn blurry as my tears won't stop falling. Okay Jay, I will smile. Smile Electra, smile ! Stop these stupid tears. Smile. Smile for Jay. He's right here watching over you. Show him you're smiling as he asked you to. Hey Jay, look here, I'm smiling , for you.
    I'm sorry Jay, but I think I won't be keeping these things you want me to. I wanna stop being Electra Spark the rising superstar. No more interviews, photoshoots, recordings and concerts. No more. From now on I'll be a normal 16 years-old high school girl. From now on, I'm just the ordinary Sarah Electra Spark. From now on, people will know me as Sarah. I'm sorry Jay, I can't bear to hear the name Electra if you're not gonna be here anymore. I don't want another person trying to call me Elle other than you. Thus, from this moment, I am Sarah. To make sure no one recognize me, I'll be having a bit of makeover. I'm sorry Jay. You want me to smile, right ? This is the only way for me to keep that promise of yours. Although I'll be changing, my love for won't change.
" Electra ! Electraa ! ", here comes Milani as she slams open my door.
  " What ?! ", responding.
" You are in major trouble young lady," as she shoves me a newspaper.

 ELECTRA SPARK FLEW OFF LEAVING FANS DISSAPOINTED

    

 " oooh," is all I can say

" oooh? What oooh ? ", she is starting to lose it.

  " Well, we might as leave them dissapointed  COMPLETELY ," smirking.

" What do you mean? ", confused, obviously.

  " Well.. let just say that Electra Spark the rising superstar is dead and gone," still smirking.

Milani is giving me a blank face which totally means she doesn't get it. Poor poor Milani, my beloved manger.

  I giggle a bit ," You could say I wanna stop being Electra Spark the rising supertar. "

" Why ?", shocked.

  " Jay wants me to smile. For that, I want to stop all of this and return to being plain old Sarah." , smiling so widely.

     I think Milani gets it now. She is always so understanding. That's why I'm not scared to this "suddenness".

Milani starts calling numbers to tell people that Electra Spark is dead and gone. Not technically, but something like that. She's calling the media. She's calling schools. Schools ! Oh yeah, I have schools from now on like a normal person. No more private tutors. Like old times with Jay. Stop Electra, stop. Stop thinking about Jay. You are going to change now. For a second Milani shocks me as she started raising her voice , " and..oh. bring the stylist here. ASAP!"

That is so Milani.
    Well, that put me back to smiling. Milani is funny to watch when she's serious.

 " I love you Milani !", jumping at her and giving her a hug with a kiss on the cheek.

And here comes my stylist. Tall and handsome. Wearing an all black getup. Black hair. White skin. Hazel eyes which are captivating. He's Italian. Obviously a hunky. He's Giordani, my personal stylist.

    Sitting on a chair, looking at myself in the mirror, getting ready for a haircut. This is it. Goodbye Electra Spark.

" So Sarah, what is your last wish as Electra Spark?", asking with deep but sweet voice. Other than Milani and dad, he's the only one in the business that knows my first name - not including Jay of course.

  " Let's just say, make me vanish, " saying with a big big smile on my face as tears starting to fall again from my eyes.

Look Jay, I'm smiling.

Goodbye Electra. Goodbye Jay. Goodbye stardom.
    Although my eyes are filled with tears, I keep on smiling for Jay to see from above. I make myself brave to look at the me in the mirror as Giordani started cutting my hair.

Goodbye.