When Emily was young she was a happy, cheery young girl, when her mother told her she would be taking dancing classes, she was ecsatic. Same when her mother told her she would be doing singing classes, choirs. She was about 14 when she realised, when she would sit in a room, her mother and some guy talking about her 'career' without asking her what she wanted. That day she signed a contract for a tv show, small part, then a year later a record deal.

It all seemed so long ago, walking out on stage she smiled, sang her songs, but not for her mother, but for her fans. Luckily her original contract had ended on her 18th, her mother tried signing her for another one, but she made her own deal, which meant that she got the money, and royalties. In that year she had made.. she did not want to think about it. She felt so wrong here, she hated it, well, she loved it, loved singing, loved the crowd, but she felt wrong in who she was. She was the sexy but innocent girl, the one every man wanted, but none could have. She played it up because she had to, she dressed certain ways because she had to.. to be honest, she wanted to dirty it up (not her image so much) but her music. It was pop in every sense of the word, she wanted pop rock, she had tracks written, but never showed them to her manager, she knew they would not -get- her.

She had been the pretty little blonde girl, who grew into the amazingly sexy blonde woman. Her rounded hips, bubble butt, full, firm breasts, she was lucky. Of course the costumes she wore, the ridiculously tight jeans that were cut to make her butt 'bubble' the bras that dug in when she moved to give her that little more cleavage, the pounds of make-up, hours spent getting her hair done. Of course she was going to look perfect.