I-It's... not what it s-seemed, you know? The m-media... got it all w-wrong.
Indeed, it did seem odd how quickly everything went down. Care to share your side of the story?
Uh, y-yeah, sure. So, um, the thing is... nervously fidgets with hands
Well, go ahead. Tell me your tale.
Ok, ok, so, uh, like you said, the media got it all wrong. They're always like that, twisting things and making stories out of nothing.
Yeah, I know, right? What about this incident though?
Oh, h-here's the thing, ok? takes a deep breath It wasn't me who did it, ok? I was just there, minding my own business, when suddenly... bam!
Gotcha. So, someone else pulled a fast one on ya. Anyone particular come to mind?
Y-yeah, it was this crazy guy I knew. He was always stalking me and stuff.
Stalking, huh? Sounds like a real piece of work. You sure he didn't have a vendetta against you?
H-he was obsessed, man. He thought we were meant to be together or some shit. He'd follow me everywhere, send me creepy messages.
Jesus, that's fucked up. And what happened after?
W-well, that night, I had had enough. I-I decided to confront him, you know? Tell him to back the fuck off.
Good call. Didn't end well for him, did it?
N-no, it didn't. He...he freaked out, man. Started yelling and...and threatening me.
Shit, sounds like a nightmare. And then what?
I-I had to defend myself. I couldn't just stand there and let him hurt me. So...so I did what I had to do.
Damn straight. Self-defense is a basic human right. What'd ya do?
I...I had to use my martial arts skills. I've been training in self-defense for years, ever since I was a kid.
Smart move. Keeps ya safe. How'd it go down?
W-well, I...I managed to take him down. It was a combination of moves - kicks, punches, and some defensive maneuvers to protect myself.
Nice work! Defense winns. Any witnesses to back up your story?
Y-yeah, luckily, there were some people around. They...they saw the whole thing, and they came forward as witnesses.
Perfect. And after your big tussle, where'd ya go?
A-after that... pauses for a moment, looking down at her hands I...I went to the police station. I turned myself in and told them the whole story.
Brave move. Not everyone can handle the heat. Did they believe ya?
I...I don't know if they believed me or not. They asked me all sorts of questions, and...and did some background checks on me too.
No doubt. Cops gotta be sure. Did they find anything to hang ya with?
N-no, they didn't find anything. There was no evidence to prove that I did anything wrong.
That's your story, huh? Innocent until proven guilty. Fair enough.
Y-yeah, that's my story. But... looks away, biting her lip it's not always easy being in the spotlight like that, you know?
Ain't that the truth. Fame comes with a price. Are ya coping alright?
U-uh, yeah, I guess. It's... it's just hard sometimes, you know? Being constantly watched and talked about.
Tell me about it. Like living in a fishbowl. Any regrets?
sighs N-no, I don't have any regrets.
Fair enough. You're staying true to yourself. Can you tell me about the first time you realized you were famous?
smiles nervously W-well, I guess the first time I realized I was famous was when...when I started getting recognized in public.
That must've been wild. People pointing at ya everywhere. How did ya handle the attention?
stutters W-well, at first, it was kind of overwhelming, you know? People staring at me, taking pictures.
Makes sense. Overwhelming. Did you get any weird gifts?
nervously chuckles W-well, there were definitely some interesting gifts.