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I love you
I love you
I love you enough for yourself as well.
Because I can see it in his eyes, he might be thinking about following his friend. I can see it in his eyes how close he is to giving up. And I want to save him. And just like with Teddy, I can’t: But maybe my music can.
So, I sing.
And sing.
I point to the boy with the sign and sing that I love him.
And the boy listens.
And Teddy in the VIP seats listens.
And the guy who says that this song saved his life listens.
And the person who wrote the sign about their uncle listens.
And the whole world listens.
And that might be why, even though I’m drowning in the fame and the lies and this life I have created but do not want… Even though every single one of those things are true, I’ll keep doing this. I’ll keep singing as long as I can.
The final notes of the song linger in the air, mixing with the fans’ deafening applause, and I lean on the microphone stand, exhausted, to take a breath. I need a break or I won’t make it.
I’ve learned to take micro-breaks like this, just zoning out for a second or two on stage, letting go of the intense emotions just so I can survive. It’s time for one of these tiny breaks right now, because I’m already feeling my chest too tight for my breath.
I’m dizzily staring at some random space to the left of the arena, looking at nothing, hoping to zone out just a little bit, when something catches my eye.
And that’s when everything crashes to a stop.
The Elliot sisters chat room
Eden: Guys, you won’t believe where I am right now.
Faith: Tucked safely in your bed, I should hope.
Manuela: Don’t be ridiculous, Fee, it’s only ten. She is on her way to get safely tucked into bed.
Eden: Both wrong. Also both kind of old?
Faith: Hey! Thirty-three is NOT that old.
Manuela: Thirty-six is not that old EITHER.
Eden: Telling me to go to bed at ten IS.
Manuela: Who you calling old, kid?
Eden: Look, you guys, I have a 12 and a 15-year age gap with each of you, but I never said you were old. The bed thing was a bit oldish, so just an FYI, don’t say it again if you don’t want to be called old.
Faith: Is the little one threatening us? Is that what’s happening?
