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Nora

“What the hell was that?” My e where I tossed it during the middle of my last set and shoves it at me

“It’s called a perforood job, if I do say so myself”

The crowd is screa down ood show, I don’t knohat is

“Yeah, up until you decided to do a little strip tease What were you thinking?”

Dramatic much? “It was hardly a strip tease”

I was hot And, yeah, okay,a little rebellious when I pulled the jacket off and threw it across the stage, revealing bare are, but who can blame er a teen I’m twenty-two, almost twenty-three I’m a woman, and I should be able to wear a dress and show some skin if that’s what I want to do For years, I’ve played by the rules of the industry, the rules given to me by society, and I’m tired

Tired of watching what I say, and every step I take, for fear that I’ll da fans into acting or dressing the way I do Being a clean-cut good girl is part of my job description—part of who I am

Or, who I used to be

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I have changed

Twelve years ago, I was plucked froe of a county fair talent show By the time my eleventh birthday rolled around, I had a multimillion-dollar contract and my own television show Dear Diary, It’s Me, Nora! was about a young girl, her unsuspecting rise to fales that followed The sho up In the blink of an eye, I became America’s sweetheart

Everyone between the ages of eight and eighteen knew s It was the greatest thing in the world…until I grew up

People still expect me to braidand feeling like a child I want dresses that show off my curves and heels that make me look sexy

I want to look and feel like a woman

Strong

Beautiful

Driven

I want to go out on the weekends and have a glass of wine or tithout worrying about paparazzi and what the next headline will be

I’ pop songs Unfortunately, it’s harder than you’d think