She hated the name, but what was one more?
She was already a kaleidoscope of a girl,
Billie with the rough start,
whose body was her ticket
(before she even knew the cost)
Lucille, diamond-hard beauty,
eyes focused like lasers
behind a pinup smile
and now Joan, flaming youth extraordinaire.
Which one was the real her?
She smiled to herself.
"The one that would make it big."