Later, after watching the movies she starred in one after another, and seeing her smile, I would think, no matter what situation your life was in at that time, no matter whether your role was happy or unsolved. You will eventually die in a corner of your apartment on Christmas Eve 2009, alone, wearing makeup, and when people find you, they will first see the messy bedroom, see cocaine, see The cigarette pipe, and the tumbled medicine bottle, and then their eyes spread inside, a body that once gave people a good daydream, and now there is no soft light, no concealer, and no note for a character. The dead beauty suffered in the months that followed, with the media's soured stranglehold, as well as the dissection and digging of every pinhole in her body.
Some media said: When a public figure becomes addicted to drugs, they will prepare the life experience of these people in advance, so that when they hear the obituary, they will consume their death as soon as possible. And this consumption, perhaps the last, runs through the birth and dramatic fall of a superstar, and every viewer gets a cocaine-like thrill from their corpse. Perhaps in the relationship of the food chain, the one who is held up high is the one who is being eaten away.
This time, I want to talk more about this girl named AMY.
AMY, she loves music, she has a lingering mental illness at a young age, but she said, I'm not like everyone else, I can write songs, and then I'll be healed by myself.
The songs she wrote can be heard by all people, and every word is poured out freely. She respects jazz, she respects every listener, converts her own heart and never pretentious.
She drank heavily, she had an eating disorder, so what? She has a good voice.
Then she fell passionately in love with a man who was older than her but had a similar past to her, and they hugged, kissed, and melted into each other's wounds.
Let's skip all the unpleasantness.
She knew that she was not suitable to be a commercial singer, and she kept repeating her past successes, and perhaps a sudden fall was the best material for the next album, so her songwriting speed increased sharply, and countless melodies burst out of her head, The guitar in her arms chattered, her turban changed in countless ways, and then she faded away into the swirling melody and guitar chords as the last song in our hearts.
Let this story begin again.
Amy's father didn't leave, and she and her friends grew up happily. She bumped into the man, but passed by without the need to embrace, and she occasionally tasted alcohol, when she was very happy. She wrote songs, only sang to relatives and friends, no rehab, no back to black, then on Christmas Eve 2009, she saw the news of a beautiful girl's death on TV, she felt sad and left tears , and hug your friends.
Do you prefer famous hits and painful souls or meaningless melodies and happy endings?
But Sweet Amy, we all love your music.
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