Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyf.

W-what are you?'Selena looked down at her rival. 'What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.

Fame had kept me from getting laid that night. Fame would make it so other people would bother me, follow me around with cameras, be all up in my shit, keep me from doing what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. Fame could even potentially kill me. It killed a lot of people: John Lennon, Princess Diana, Selena.