A complete draft of your 8-10 page story collection that revolves around a single "thing" (theme, idea, object, place, etc)

1. A complete draft of your 8-10 page story collection that revolves around a single "thing" (theme, idea, object, place, etc). It should be properly formatted and free of errors in grammar, punctuation, and spelling.
2. A reflective essay.
   • There is no strict length requirement for this essay; I suggest aiming for 4 pages minimum. It's pretty impossible to address all of the essay requirements in less than 4 pages. If your essay is 1-3 pages long, you have not done everything you should do on this very important assignment, and your grade will probably reflect that.

When I unintentionally flipped through a newspaper, I checked the news. First of all, for China, there are many poverty-stricken areas, and there are many people living in them. The character I wrote is a girl, it has a very sweet voice, and is very suitable for singing and likes to sing. However, due to the limited living conditions in the mountains, it is difficult for her to get the opportunity to show herself. She was successful by chance, but life after success was not what she wanted. Finally, she returned to the countryside and continued her previous life. Discourse Community: The story I wrote is mainly about when a person is chasing his own dream, he should not be guided by the hearts and interests of society. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you should follow in your own footsteps and achieve success. The elements in the story contain real-time, and part of it is fictitious. Revisions: I think that I need to modify the behavior and manners of everyone in it. More details should be added to express the feelings of the characters. Process: In the process of writing, I was worried about the development of the plot in the article, because sometimes it makes it difficult for me to find the plot development. I keep reading similar articles and news to get more inspiration. Future: When this article is completed, I will further improve the content and details. And I will read more books and articles to improve my writing skills. The Final Shot In a beautiful mountain village, the sun slowly rises in the early morning accompanied by the sounds of birds in the forest. Diana is a 21-year-old girl. She has a nice voice with a beautiful appearance. In the field, Diana helped her parents work, singing songs in her mouth. The moving song is accompanied by the singing of birds, and it has become a beautiful scene in nature. Diana had a desire since she was a child to be able to spread her voice all over the world and sing her favorite songs for everyone. Once again by chance, the villagers recorded a short video, but accidentally recorded Diana's singing. This time the show unexpectedly made Diana popular. Local performing arts companies across the country have found Diana's address and wanted to give Diana a chance to perform. After consulting her mother, Diana started her dream path. Diana, who came to a big city for the first time, seemed a little at a loss. Faced with a completely strange city, she didn't know what to do next. Obviously, Diana, who often lives in a sophisticated mountain village, finds it difficult to accept this noisy society. Slowly, Diana felt that her direction had completely lost its normal trajectory. Every day it was how the company promoted herself and set makeup for herself. At the end of the shooting every day, Diana would secretly cry in the corner. With the development of time, Diana slowly gained a large number of fans and became more and more popular with fans. But the fame gained is farther and farther away from Diana's dream. Whenever she finishes the performance, she will face collapse, because the content of the performance is not her dream at all. Her dream is just to sing her favorite songs to the public. Her dream is not to be a singer who is used by others. The red carpet seemed to stretch on forever. She felt like she had been trudging up a hill for over a mile; her body was sluggish, and her legs sore from her attempts to make impossible poses for the glaring cameras. Sometimes she had to contort her body as creatively as she could for that reporter or that fan to get the perfect shot. Every journalist worth their dime was here to see her, to photograph her. She was the star, and she was doing what stars do best – shine. Diana was a teenage sensation across the country. Her new album had topped the charts for over two months now, and her dozen songs ruled the airwaves. Young people loved her and adored her. Paparazzi tracked every slight movement she made, and whatever she did become the new trend overnight. Her concerts sold out in hours, and she had earned wealth in her twenties that few only dreamed of. On this Friday evening, she would be performing to over a hundred thousand eager fans at the Boulevard theatre. However, she was not as thrilled as they were. The clicking and flashing of cameras faded as she got to the large double doors that swallowed her into the back of the theatre. It was semi-dark and eerily quiet as her team was busy preparing for the big night. ‘You are here, Diana. We’ve been waiting,’ chimed her manager, Sue. She didn’t hear her or pretended not to. The props and makeup artist were waiting at one end of the hall, and her mom sat at the far end. She felt a lump form in her throat, wanting to run to her and hug her and cry. She went straight to the bathroom. She hated it, the cameras, fake poses, and photographs on the magazine covers. She had not signed up for this life. All she wanted was to sing and make people happy, not to drown in the lonely seas of celebrity life. She loved to sing. That was what she was born to do, all she wanted to do. She thought about all this, and then she sobbed. 'Di-anna! Di-anna! Dianna!' Chants went up in the theatre as she strode onto the large stage. The lights half-blinded her, and the noises gave her a migraine. This was the largest crowd she had ever seen in her life of stardom. The drummers blast the speakers with her signature beats as she surveyed the crowd. She knew what to do because all of it was scripted by her manager. 'This is showbiz, Diana,' she always reminded her, 'don't try to get creative.' What she didn't realize was that four years of acting the part had wearied Dianna out. She brought the microphone close to her lips, ready to let her high notes tear across the theatre. The audience went silent. Then she stopped. Her mouth failed to let out any sound, and instead, a hot sensation rushed up to her chest and onto her face, bringing with it a tear in each eye. She didn't resist it; she had known that this was coming. She let the microphone fall onto the stage as she broke down in tears, sobbing and wishing that the bright lights above would make her invisible. A pin drop would have been heard across the auditorium as everyone stood in surprise. Then she felt them – those soft hands that had always held her in moments like these. Her mother came on stage and hugged her, told her to cry. She let the tears flow. ‘Let’s go home, my baby,’ her mother whispered. She took a last glance at the crowd. A camera flashed on her teary face. That would be the last shot they ever took of her. ‘Let’s go home, mum,’ she replied. Diana, who has been wandering outside for four or five years, has turned from a 21-year-old girl into a very charming woman. After seeing Diana, relatives in the village praised her. Slowly, Diana got used to life in the village. She used to have a passionate and bold personality but slowly changed because of the constraints of the big city. After returning home, Diana repeats the same life every day, but she feels happy. Because I can do what I like at home and live with my parents.