She is anxiously waiting. She is releasing her biggest musical project to date, one that reflects on the life of a woman – it’s a proud moment for her. Lately, her career has been spectacular. The media and the public absolutely love her. They buy what she says; they look at her more maturely. She isn’t the same puppet girl dancing on stage waiting for claps; she is here for more. Her new music transcends people’s perceptions of her. One more minute and the album is out. She has one more minute to breath before being judged by her work. She feels secure about that. Artists must use their voice, that is the reason for their fame, and the reason for millions to engage in their life existence. She is giving a little bit of that. Her life somewhat manifests in her music, not just with what she feels, but also in a description of what she lived. Audiences crave for that small piece of information that makes “super-humans” into regular people. Everything involved in her life becomes expectable; it’s just one life. One made with mistakes and glories like everyone else. The difference is the price tag of the clothes she wears. Personalities are more than just that. Still, everyone just wants to know the inside gossip of their personal life. It’s a lack of perception of the hardship of training one’s talents; how one works hard on a piece of entertainment to be more than a fab. She fights for her creation to be out, for people to enjoy more than a frivolous beat, for people to relate to her testimony of the current world. She questions how many people from the thousands she reaches will reflect in what she is saying. Art is a matter of reflection. Through art entertainment exists, becoming mundane when the society is more reflexive of what celebrities are drinking than what they are saying. And they have a lot to say. The media isn’t helpful as well. They give the fans an unrelated idea of who the artists are. They use the audience’s admiration to portrait an exciting life when in reality, it’s just as tedious as anyone life. A catharsis created to give a little bit of satisfaction in knowing that someone better – better? – has a life full of difficulties and challenges, for the whole purpose of making the spectators feel better about themselves. She hears a bang. The champagne is open; everyone is celebrating her new music endeavor. She shakes the hands of her inner circle. She smiles like the beauty pageant everyone wants her to be. She knows just that – give them brioches.