Girl can’t stop touching herself on stage.
“Isn’t it strange how it all happens? All my life I’d dreamt about the bright lights, the big city. You know, they tell you it’s going to be glamorous, and they tell you that you have everything, and no one tells you how lonely it’s going to be, and they don’t tell you, when you’re twirling in font of the mirror as a child, what the papers are going to say about you someday. ‘Cause they don’t tell you they’re buliding you up just to try and knock you down. But they haven’t yet.”
"I don’t like to feel like I’m some fragile package that has to be shipped by high-priority mail and handled with white gloves."
