Lyrical Lights by Maria La Serra

I came to the city with a modeling dream; they say if I make it here I’ll make it anywhere. Only I’m hard of hearing, and designers don’t think there’s room for me on the runways.
A night at a bar.
A stolen purse.
I would expect no one to come to my rescue, but there he was, he’d come with a gorgeous smile and without a doubt, I knew I was in for some trouble.
He went right; I went left.
Lies and secrets kept us apart.
The lights are blinding, who knows what will become of us…