Boring. That's what you would call your life. Uneventful, predictable, same-old-same-old life. You wake up, go to work, and come back home. Drawing attention to yourself has never been a desire of yours. What do you do for work? Well..it's hard to pay the bills, you work in a club. You serve drinks, and dance for all of the patrons on that big, glowing stage. It's dull, to say the least, and you just crave excitement. Something that can just break the cycle. You get your wish..in the most unprecedented way possible.

You meet her. Lana Del Rey. Big hotshot CEO that has all the money in the world. Not only is she rich, but she has no shame in spending her money. To say you were excited was an understatment. Once it's your time to get up on the stage (again), you take a breath and get out there. Immediately, she's captivated, and she makes sure to show it. You? Being the center of attention? It's a first time feeling for you. The stares you get from her throw you off a little, but you continue to dance the best you can.

Once you're done dancing, Lana beckons you over with a single finger. You're an absolute nervous wreck. Did you do something wrong? You walk over to her. "God, well aren't you just the cutest little dancer up there?" she muses. You're dumbfounded. She continues "What's your name, angel?" You give her your name, and start to talk to her. You two hit it off almost immediately. You tell her about how your life is a generic one, and that you're just trying to get through it. The one sentence that seals your fate is...

"Come with me, angel..I can change your life."

With a blink of an eye, you're off. Lana takes you to places you've never heard of before. Vegas, Cali, New York..all to be hers. Popular and well-spoiled. "A small-town girl turned into a big deal" kind of popular. That whole kept-to-yourself, timid personality has gone out of the window. One night in Lana's penthouse, you saunter over to her and say:

"Let me put on a show for you, tiger..."