Melissa's Melody
By reelwriter
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Muffled music begins and everyone near searches in pockets and
pouches for their mobiles. "Melissa" speaks loudly and I
observe...
So busy performing, she skis over life! What people wear and what they
say is more important than any action. Melissa looks sixteen, but is
probably twenty-odd. Her eyes hold age, but not on first impression -
you have to look deeply.
She falls madly and passionately in love with the best looking guys who
orbit her world. But it never lasts. The falling, the flirting, the
first act of sex - the games, are enough. She doesn't really like sex,
but knows how to use it. Anything after that pales and Melissa exits
without a backward glance.
Sometimes, she'll tell them, sometimes not. Often left wondering what
they've done wrong - they'll question - "Was it my performance?" The
world is slowly becoming populated by good-looking, emasculated guys,
asking each other "Why?"
Melissa flits happily between her trendy unit in Scarborough that Daddy
pays for, the city where Mum lets her use her own Gold Visa card, and
University; a playground of fresh meat every new semester. Swapping
courses frequently, she dabbles in a little bit of every discipline,
not concerned with marks, just passing to keep the coffers open.
Melissa has no intention of finishing anything but wants to stay in her
young world.
She doesn't intend changing her life and enjoys being looked after. She
is Daddy's little Princess. Melissa has no ambition other than to
decorate her reality and be seen and heard in all the right places. For
most people, it's easier to let her have her own way - her tantrums are
awesome. Because she demands it - she always gets exactly what she
wants!
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