She stepped out of the long white limousine onto the spotless red carpet. wearing her famous smile but little else she elegantly turned and striking a pose, first to the left and then to the right allowing her long elegant legs to peep out from the thigh-slit silk dress. Flashbulbs popped as they clamoured to take her photo, to be the first to get a risque shot of a slight wardrobe malfunction. Taking the arm of her tuxedo-clad companion the young star of many films entered the hall wishing for the ultimate accolade. To be given her first Oscar.
Poetic perspiration
When the pen takes control. · Fun with rhyme, eco interest, submission calls, nothing too serious.
When the pen takes control. 
A wish echoed by many stars and would be stars. I love your flash bulbs hoping for a wardrobe malfunction – they were wishing on a star also.
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Well that was an interesting take I have to say…well done.
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Many sides to any story, glad to find one you liked.
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Aah, literally a wishing star. I like that perspective. Happy new year.
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Sorry for the late reply, I like to come in at a different angle to the norm. Hope it’s a happy one for you too.
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A different take on a wishing star! (I was hoping for a wardrobe malfunction but maybe that comes in the next 99 words?! 😉 )
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Every comment so far has mentioned the wardrobe malfunction, it must have struck a nerve but sadly not the optic.
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You certainly went a different direction. No matter how beautiful the star, she still had wishes of her own.
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