Dear Drake Stormwell,
Hello, how are you today? My name is Lisa. I know that, being a rock star, you'll never get this letter. You probably get thousands of fan mail every day. Your assistants probably read through some of them, and choose a lucky few for you to reply to. Either that or just send everyone a form letter.
I know I could never be so lucky, though. You see Drake, my life is the most unlucky life of all. I'm seventeen, but I'm stuck in bed on a daily basis. I have this 'condition'. It doesn't have a name, which means they think they might actually name it after me. A pretty sad thing to happen, have an incurable (though non-catching) disease named after you.
Anyways, enough pity-party from me. Let's talk about you. I watch you on TV a lot. There's never anything else to do, really. But I love music, and so I'm always on the channels that show the live concerts. I decided to write to you because after seeing your last three performances, I feel that you're different from other rock stars. You're not in it for the fame, the booze, the girls or money. You love music. You truly do.
I can see it in the way you perform. You get this look of excitement on your face. I know, someone doing a pretty wicked rock song isn't supposed to look happy or peaceful, but you do. In that wicked rock song way, that is. I have to admit, my favorite song of yours is 'Heavens Hell'. The lyrics are so deep. I wonder, did you write them?
Oh, it's time for my doctor's appointment, so I must go. My daily check-up, where nothing changes, is awaiting me. Good luck on your concert tonight, I look forward to watching it.
~Lisa Maroll

































































