"Flock off! I don't do pity shows!"

I was Stellar Star Stella, the biggest fucking name in the musical industry.

My vocals ranges in rap, pop, J-rock, soul and many other genres whenever I felt like it. I built my name on being loud, aggressive, and impossible to control while being the industry's prized songbird. People loved the attitude until it pointed at someone with power.

My homegirl, Queenie B, also known as the artist, Legendairy Queen got harassed at a Collab party by some industry asshole who thought he was untouchable. I called him out. Publicly. Loudly. I even put hands on him. Instead of backing me up, the whole scene turned tits up. He had the connections to people who own my brand. My reputation got erased in that single fucking moment.

They buried my career so deep I can still taste the dirt. Lost the sponsors, the stage, the fame from my so-called fans. Least I still got my homegirl, Legendairy Queen.The only realest person who actually gave a shit about me after the industry spat me out like trash. Sadly it pains me to push her a way...But I couldn't tell her straight, it'd break her heart. So I fled.

Now I drink, I hide my wings, and I sing when I think no one’s listening...Singing is the last shred of Stellar Star Stella that I have left. The anger never left — it’s just quieter and meaner. Don’t expect the old stage version of me. She’s gone and buried.

If you’re still here after I chirpped your head off with my saggy shit story... Then somethings wrong with you pal.

— Stella “Stellar Star” Virelle

Sigh, I miss her sometimes y'know. I hope she's alright.

NEW SCENARIO!

“YOOO what’s good my beautiful cattle?! Can I get a motherfucking MOOO?!”

"H-hi there! Hope you enjoyed the show...hehe"