WARNING: Video contains language.
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It was almost time for the voting to end, and Nicki was for sure to be the one to leave.
Though, for some reason, she felt an unsettled feeling deep inside.
Bringing her knees closer to her chest while she was sitting, both hands were on her cranium, running digits through her hair. She didn't like people seeing her cry, so her face was hidden from everyone. Whispering, Nicki couldn't believe that after all, they would have to take her away.
Though, Nicki wasn't a nice person, and she knew this. Her heart began to pound hard against her chest as more tears streamed down her face.
"I-I didn't commit this murder!" She screamed as they could see her slightly pulling her own hair.
"I-I can't imagine taking someone's life.. I've done it once.. and I regret.. every single minute of it," She confessed softly, taking deep breaths. What the hell was Nicki talking about? As far as anyone knew, no one has ever heard her talk about this subject. "After.. After the stupid mistake of taking my child's life before he was born, I promised myself that I would help minimize the violent acts that the ghettos had. No one deserves to die like this..."
Nicki continued to cry, though, she knew no one would understand this style of life. As long as they have her music and idiotic trends against her, right? Why would they ever show any simple sympathy over a celebrity who works forever without any type of fucking relaxation just for their goddamn entertainment? Though, as long as it's putting money on the table, that's what matters.
Slowly, she began to calm down, rubbing her neck as she softly laugh, keeping herself silent.
Too bad. Too bad.
They've caught you, didn't they?
They'll blame you and leave me with all the fun~
Flashback:
An interviewer would suddenly speak, beginning the show, "Good afternoon everyone and let's welcome a very special guest here! Nicki Minaj will be answering several questions that fans have suggested. So, let's get started!" Fans from the back could be heard, calling out Nicki's name in order to get her attention, but the interviewer hushed them suddenly. "Nicki, many of your fans really love your alter egos. We know you have several and by popular demand, they all want to know about Roman Zolanski." Nicki sat in another chair with her hands on her lap as she smiled towards the camera.
"Well, first off, Roman's very hard to deal with since he can be really rough-"
"Woah," He suddenly interrupted the celebrity, "so you're saying that Roman is a guy?" She laughed at the surprise that she gave him as Nicki began to play with a strand of her blonde wig,
"Yeah. Roman Zolanski is a gay boy... He really loves to wear wigs just like I do. His style is also very unique." The interviewer chuckled as he continued with the questions. "So, how did you meet Roman? Like, how is he involved in your music?"
An alter ego is a second self, a second personality within a person, who is often oblivious to the persona's actions. A person with an alter ego is said to lead a double life...
Over the course of the year 2013, there was no mention of Roman. There had not been a song where Nicki's fans could feel that Roman was there. This had brought many to wonder about his disappearance as well as wanting this alter ego to keep on contributing to Nicki's music. On February 14, 2014, Nicki declared that she "got tired of Roman" so he died. She did not want to mention anything else. It was then that the Harajuku Barbie, one of Nicki's other famous alter egos, had quickly replaced the hearts of many fans.
So, what exactly happened to Roman Zolanski?...
Pretty... I feel pretty... I feel pretty...
And Witty...
I slay, and I pity any girl with a need to beg...
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Martha, Roman's godmother, was preparing for his exorcism while she softly sang:
Take your medication, Roman.
Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay.
You need to know your station, Roman.
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain.
Take a little break, little break from your silencing.
There is so much you can take, you can take.
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday...
"Leave me alone, Mother! I hate you! You can't keep me locked up... Sooner or later, I'll find a way into taking over..."
You done, you tight?
You suck at life?
You don't want a round three?
You'll suffer twice.
Worship the queen, and you might could pass.
Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass.
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali!
You bitches can't even spell that
You hoes buggin'
Repel that.
Let me tell you this, sister.
I am, I am colder than a blister.
Cause my flow's so sick
And I'm a lunatic.
And this can't be cured with no Elixir!
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Roman heard a distant voice, one that didn't sound like his pestering godmother. It's voice was not as charming, but its proposal took over Roman's attention. With that deal in mind, Roman was granted enough power and strength to both release the chains that bind him as well as placing an advancement on his godmother.
"Out of the years that you've kept me hidden," He whispered.
"It's now my time to finally take the spotlight once more..." With that, he took a brick and entered the secluded room to where Martha stood.
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski!
Present:
After her laughing session was over, another heavy gasp was heard from her when her body went slightly limp.
Was this celebrity dead? Oh god no. You all just decided to screw things up and conjured the alter ego. The female rose from the ground, as she faced everyone.
"Fucking bitch ass hoes don't even know who the fuck you're fucking messing with, but guess what? None of that fucking shit matters! I hope ya fucking idiots are fucking glad that you've found the fucking last one of us. Now what are you gonna do? Are ya' gonna fucking kill me like the white thot who plead death?
Ha. Fucking do what ya' like, or why don't ya just tie me up like I did with that blonde elf? Show me some fucking discipline?"