Desire in the spotlight

a's

. I gripped the microphone tighter, leaning into the spotlight as thousands of voices sc

e grew deafening. The final note of my encore vibrated through the air, a

and I stepped backstage

he wings with a towel and a bottle of water.

g stagehands rushing around, Vivian barking orders at someone on her headset, and a few reporters lingering near

my hesitation

mile. "Yeah.

tour dates, interviews, and sleepless nights. I should've be

Her sharp eyes were even more intense than usual, and she wa

," she said, low

d. "I just want to sit

eered me toward the dressing room door. T

ror, was a small white envelope. My name was sc

d. "What

d her arms. "

was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly in half. I unfolded it slowly, my

na. Soon, we'

ent letters, camped outside my hotel, or tried to sneak into backsta

st one," Vivian sai

harply. "What

ore handing it to me. On the screen were pictures of three m

aring about this?" I

another overzealous fan. But whoever this is, they're getting

ped. "How did t

" Vivian's jaw tightened. "But until w

my head. "I don't

target, and I'm not taking any chances.

vian wasn't just my manager; she was like a second mother. And righ