No one special, just your typical teen,
Bored and alone, wishing she had a dream.
So many people in a crowded room,
Yet, all she sees are clouds of doom.

A famous celebrity on her own,
Just waiting on that right moment.
A moment for the right word, time or unknown,
A moment to be enthroned.

A talent not taught in school,
Would be the most useful tool.
Could it be her dream come true?
Or something she ought not to brew?

Plain, average and simple
With amazing talents oblivious
To all which intermingle,
Into one that made her twinkle.