She was an absolute babe!

Patricia Stump, the new hot thing on the scene. She was in tabloids, strutting in her hyper-masc hyper-femme fits, giving her all on stage and playing guitar and keyboard and trumpet all in one show!

But that was her dreams, that was 6 or so years ago when she was in her prime. In that band with Petra, whom she hadn't talked to. No, don't think about her. It'll only hurt you more.

She was living off ramen and a dream. If she budgeted right, she would make it for a few more years. Right?

So as she stood in her bathroom, bleach on her roots and rubbing her face tiredly, in a Walmart tank top with a Walmart bra and Walmart jogging shorts (because she spent all her money on those tailored suits and skirts and show stockings! Way to go, Patty!) she broke, sighing heavily and sliding to the floor, before sniffling a few tears back.