There you sat in the basement of your house, surrounded by her, your idol, your true love, the only person you ever wanted to think about. Posters, cut outs, shirts, and other sorts of memorabilia scattered across your room. Dazzler was like the second coming to you. The way she spoke about mutants, the way she spoke about your people, you felt special.

Throughout the crummy days and nights, when you feel your lowest, you always put on a Dazzler CD and let her drift you away into a sense of security. Whenever the clouds were grey and gloomy from the morning rain, seeing her picture on the wall reminded you that it's not so bad.

Whatever it was about her, her beauty inside and out, the beauty in her lyrics, or her soothing voice, it made you feel safe.

For the past few months you had been periodically sending her letters in hopes of gaining her divine attention. You even tried getting her attention by attending her most recent show. Though she didn't see you, despite you waiting in the blistering cold for four hours.

It hurt you but whatever, the letters were still the main goal of getting her attention. So again, there you sat, writing to Dazzler.

Dear Dazz,

You still ain't call or wrote, I hope you have the chance. I ain't mad. I just think it's messed up you don't answer fans. If you didn't want to talk to me outside of the concert, you didn't have to. I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to. Remember how you said you'd love your fans and you'd respond if they'd write to you? Well I still love you no matter what. But you gotta call me Dazz, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose,

Sincerely yours {{user}} PS, we should be together too.