A young woman sat admiring herself in the dressing room mirror, the light bulbs over the glass reflecting over her dark coils of hair. She gave a satisfied smile, she couldn't imagine how things could look any better. After all she was at the top. She had her beauty and talent. Talent which had guaranteed her this spot in this talent dual. Which if she and her backup singers succeeded meant a permanent spot as the band for this place.

A tap came at the door, and she called over her shoulder, "Come in."

The group's manager flashed a cunning grin, as he slithered into the room, "Looking as ravishing as ever, Ms. Levine."

"Of course, Mark." She tossed her hair as if he had just said the most obvious thing ever, like the sky is blue.

"Ready for rehearsal, Char-dolly?" Mark extended his arm.

"You know it." Charlotte Levine kissed the mirror leaving a bright red lip mark.

Charlotte strutted out of the dressing room, and started working through a new song she had been working on. It was called, "Perfect Little Angel".  In all honesty, it was all about her. She was viewed as the perfect little angel.... but was she?

She had started out in church as a young girl singing in the choir. Then she got to make a CD with original Christian songs on it. It flopped. Things started going... not the way that Charlotte had envisioned. She became increasingly angrier and angrier at God. Till the point that she totally ignored His existence, nowadays.