Daring to Live

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hiladelphia! You guys

cheered and chanted in excitement. The Arena was buzzing, a

be here, in front of a filled arena doing what I loved the most. From the first moment I stepped

to, let alone like so much to sell out a c

ouple of months had also been beyond my wildest dreams

s bubble up from within me as I thought about all I had been through, what I had

ithout you all so thank you so much, from the

I walked down the stage aisle and waved to them once more, blowing all of

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me, healing me slowly by slowly. Reinforced the fact t

ing the true end of the show. I reluctantly turned towards my crew of dancers and

was standing, a wide grin on his lips as he watched the crowd behind me. I knew that he, too, could not believe

uch...I owe hi

lled into a man bun, and his dark brown eyes filled with mirth and warmth as they turned back to me. Dressed in a black leather jacket,

e was a celebrity before but being my manager had propelled him into the main limelight just as much as I had. He understood

certainly the perfect way to close out t

et and he made me into who I was now. His gentlemanly side was a reflection of the Texan native he was, a contra

oday and they were all an inspiration. I had an ama

igue accumulated from months and months of touring different cities all around the world. I would cr

credible today. I know we've pushed you pretty hard and seeing you o

y the least, and looked more like a lavish hotel room. Something had shifted, tho

ts filling the space with a glorious scent. Excitement coursed through me

timeless gift that never failed to spread Goosebumps across my skin. Only a few knew of my true

t have to,

his neck. It was not the reaction I was expecting but I was too pumped up on adrenaline f

il he s

wasn't me...My bouquet as well as the labels own were sent to your

he were messing with me. No, he meant it and it filled me with absolute surprise

my curiosity was begging me to explore, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I had had a couple of scare

h before, with the truly obsessed individual

t stranger turned saviour, who had changed my

and time again. They were usually sent to my

esser. True enough, there it was placed carefully atop the massive bouquet of red roses on my dresser top. For a

gift card...Probably the usual t

hin it. All wild thoughts were forgotten, however, when my gaze latched onto the elegant handwriting that seemed to dance ac

scatter; but you pull them all together w

ful night, Beautiful G

d and re-read the note once more, going as far as to tu

His handwriting is incre

en the last night of my binges. The greatest cost of it all had been forgetting the man who had saved my life.

top the warmth that filled my entire body. I couldn't bel

thank him for everythi

red me. I couldn't afford to let him in, not li

ll thank you for everything because you ar

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