The paparazzi's camera flashes,
He caught me with my Dior glasses.

I push them up to the top of my head,
I was going for that “classy” look, like the magazine editor said.

Waiting to walk down the red carpet,
I am wearing a beautiful golden locket.

It went perfectly with my long, flowing red dress,
With my looks and accessories, I was sure to impress.

The crowd was screaming as I stepped out of the limo,
It was then that I got the memo.

I struck a pose, and flashed my pearly whites,
The camera flashed, and then I turned around and walked in slow strides.

On my feet were four inch heels,
With my killer outfit, they seemed to seal the deal.

The fame is spectacular,
But I must say, very difficult to master.