Daphne stood at the edge of the stage, looking out at the empty arena. As usual, her long blond hair drooped over her shoulders, her body tightly packaged into a white jumpsuit that clung to every smooth, round curve of her young lithe body. One hand was clenched into a fist that pressed upon her hip; the other held a large cup of cappuccino.
"God, that was disastrous!" said the spoiled pop star. "Did you see all those empty seats? The press is going to tear me a new one!"
