It's in the accent (Chris's story pt1)

Realizing the Dream

Watching the show from the side of the stage rocks as much as watching it from in front of the stage. It didn't matter if it was me singing or someone else the music took me to the place I felt the most alive; the most relaxed and almost the most happy. I was singing along without even realizing I was doing it. I looked at Dimitri who was watching me.

"What?"

"You're in love aren't you" he chuckled "with what you have the chance of doing?"

"It's a dream that can come true" I nodded "I have a fairy godmother somewhere" he shook his head and reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace he'd brought for my birthday.

"How about a guardian angel instead?" he smiled fastening it round my neck.

"I love you" I put my hands on his face and kissed him.

"You sure you love this Russian?"

"I'm sure" I felt a tap on the shoulder and looked round.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but you have to do this in you're home state" Chad took my hand .

"I can't my voice" I squeaked.

"You've been singing along admit it" he looked to Dimitri for help.

"You have and you sounded good" Dimitri nodded

"See come on; I've heard these Wisconsinites can riot when not happy" he tugged me out into the bright lights of the stage. "Okay you guys are awesome" he smiled grabbing the microphone "Now I did this to the poor girl down in Florida last week" He dropped my hand and put his arm round my shoulders. "This girl is one of your own for a few miles away from here" I took the microphone from him.

"Wausau" I laughed as the crowd roared.

"Okay" he took the mic back "You heard her she's a cheese head... but now you guys are in for a treat because you're going to get to really hear her as she gets ready to support us on the European leg of the tour... Guys Christine Sommers" he backed away as they started to play Far away for me.

This was it this was now my life; I was going to make it I glanced across to the side of the stage Dimitri was watching me, his head resting on something a smile on his face. Yes he'd screwed up and yes he was a stubborn Russian that had to learn how to handle his emotions without either lashing out or totally withdrawing. But he was my stubborn Russian that proved he could step out of his comfort zone for me.

It was going to be hard to deal with being away from him but I knew I was up to it and I just hoped that he was too, time will tell

Part 2 coming soon - Accent in the Spotlight