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CINDERELLA: THE BACKSTREET VERSION

NOTE: This is actually written in the persona of Minerva Prescott, the female lead of When Words Just Aren't Enough. This was edited out of the final story, but I thought I'd put it in here.

When you're young, everything is about the moment.

When macaroni and cheese was a gourmet meal to you and Barbie was your best friend, nothing seemed impossible.

You had dreams of becoming a doctor, a nurse, a teacher when you grew up whilst living in a huge mansion, with five kids and a dog.

Somewhere along the line, a prince would come sweep you off your feet and take you away, to a place that had everything your heart desired and more. Nonetheless, you would live happily ever after.

As you grow up, you realise that dreams, as nice and idealistic as they may have seemed, would always remain that way- just as dreams, nothing more.

You may not have ever come across them in your lifetime and you may not ever know them; but there are those girls whose dreams do come true.

Sure, they get the guy; he's every girl's fantasy- gorgeous, rich and hot property according to everyone in the entertainment industry. The added bonus is that he's all yours. And that’s where the Cinderella story starts and ends.

Because they've snagged one of the most wanted guys in the world, they're immediately propelled to their fan's hate list. It doesn't matter how much charity they've done in their lifetime, or whether they're nice or not. All that’s on the fans minds are "she's not right for him"

All the criteria of a perfect girlfriend he's ever mentioned in interviews will be dragged out and dusted off as they're critiqued to every last detail.

When they fall short in a few categories, that’s where the bitching begins.

Leighanne Wallace is bright, kooky and a gorgeous thirty one year old actress.

She's got the world at her feet and nothing can stop her dreams from becoming a reality.

Although it may seem all to perfect at the moment, nothing is as perfect as it seems inside.

Backtrack five years when she earned a meager living as a model, breaking occasionally into small roles on TV or video clips.

And it was on one of these roles which led her to meet her prince charming.

Playing a studio executive with several other models, she was attracted to Brian Littrell, main vocalist of the Backstreet Boy's undeniably "cute" and "kooky" sense of humour. He too couldn't deny the physical attraction and days later, he asked her out.

Asked what she thought when they first started dating, she laughs, cocking her head to one side as she recalls "It was hell! I couldn't see him when I wanted to and I when we were together, we couldn’t be seen in public, cos his management wouldn't let us!"

Kristen is also one of the lucky few who's prince charming came to sweep her off her feet.

She's blonde, gorgeous and although she works in the entertainment industry is camera shy, an undeniably cute factor about her.

She met her prince charming, Kevin Richardson, cousin of Brian Littrell when they were both working for Disney.

Although the toll of fame is a lot to handle, when asked about the stability of their relationship, she replies "it hasn't always been easy… he couldn't be a 'normal' boyfriend and be with me when I wanted. Our relationship took a back seat when Backstreet finally took off"

But even fame couldn't deter the happy couple when they were married early this year in a private ceremony.

Everyone's prince charming can come in different forms, and I didn't believe mine was out there to find. Unlike many girls, I never understood the male species. I always cast them off as hormone driven maniacs, and a poor excuse for a human being.

But all this changed when I was forced on an assignment to face my worst enemy; the male species. And the experience opened my eyes to what a world could have been like without them; because I missed my chance of happiness.

He was five six, tattooed covered and ego driven, hormone consuming male. He was adorned for singing cheesy pop lyrics and flaunting his "booty" to an audience of thousands on a daily basis. He jetsetted around the world in style and had all the finer things in life, including the magical mansion and the standard dog.

I lived three months on the road with him, trying to figure out what the article should say and depict life as a popstar girlfriend should be. I mean, what was there to talk about? You live in a luxury ensuite hotel room, go anywhere in the world first class and get invited to A list parties.

That’s not even the half of it. Cos the other half of the taunts, the anger and arguments are always sugar coated.

It wasn't until I left abruptly one night after coming too close to how I really felt that I realised what had happened.

I was running from my Prince Charming, all because of a scarred past I can't change.

I don't want lie to myself any longer. I admit it now- I Minerva Prescott was once in love. And my prince charming was a Backstreet Boy.  

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