YOU ARE SANSA STARK

YOU ARE THE MOST FAMOUS POPSTAR IN ALL OF AMERICA

THEY CALL YOU AMERICAS BLUEBIRD

AND OH YOUVE TRIED TO FLY

YOU ARE EARTHBOUND BUT YOUR DADDY IS IN HEAVEN

WILL YOU FIND A NEW DADDY?

WILL YOU TRANSCEND THE SKY?

“Ladies and Gentleman,” booms the voice of God from black boxes at all angles. “The moment you’ve all been waiting for: it’s America’s Bluebird, the princess of pop, our beloved baby girl turned full-grown woman. I present to you—

SANSAAAAAAAAA

STAAAAAAAAARK!”

The lights hit you. For a second, you’re blind. You float in a white sea, you weigh nothing, you are nothing, you have ceased to be.

This is one second of bliss.

Your earbuds roar to life faster than the speakers. Your eyes learn the light; you’re looking out to the night sky, a deep navy filled with camera flash stars. You take your first step, you’ve long outgrown your egg, your lovely limbs carry you into the sky, you’re on fire, you’re the sun, you’re powerful radiant and bright, you’re giving them life, the first note crests your lips like angels from high. Sing, Sansa, sing, Sansa, sing, sing, sing!

Sansa Stark, you’re a star!