Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves.
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"What are you thinking about?" she asks.
"A song," I say. "A new song."
I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something th...
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The sound of my fans shouting my name in the biggest concert venue in Barcelona echoes in my ears, but here I am, sitting on the couch backstage with my mind somewhere far away.
I look down at the floor with my arms resting on my knees. The longing inside me is killing me. I can't stop thinking about Amy.
I've thought that I would become more composed as time goes by, but now, I highly doubt that. The longer I'm away from Amy, the more tortured I become.
Thinking that I'm going to lose her again pains me, and I know that she feels the same way. I want to be with her, wipe away all her tears, and hold her in my arms. Even though the wound inflicted from our past isn't something that would heal quickly, being away from each other will only add more pain, like adding salt on it.
"Five minutes," Dean shouts near the stage, letting me know when to step onto the stage.
I let out a long sigh and stare at my phone screen. The last text I sent Amy was to inform her that I was going to be away for my tour, and she'd wished me all the best.
I miss her. I miss her so much. My finger hovers on her profile picture, and my eyes zoom in on her face. It's over the shoulder pose, with her long blonde hair tossed. Her soft, enchanting grey eyes seem to stare back into mine. Her pretty smile curves on her lips, and that's the sight I want to see every day for the rest of my life.
My finger grazes on the screen again, as if I could touch her. I can only dream, because she's out of reach.
"Cal," Dean calls me again, signaling that it's time to show up on the stage.
I stand up and approach him. My chest tightens as I remember Jasmine's last words to me.
"You will bring her back, won't you? I miss her so much."
I grab my guitar from the staff and sling it across my shoulder, ready to perform.
I miss her too, Jasmine. I know what I have to do. I'm not giving up. I still won't give up.
Dean pats my upper arm, wishing me good luck.
"Alright, everyone," the MC announces, and I can feel the tension in the air when the audience holds their breath. "Please welcome, Cal Jackson!"
As soon as I step out to the stage, the crowd roars.
I grab the microphone from the stand and greet my fans, "What's up Barcelona?"
The crowds roar even louder, and I laugh.
"Thank you for coming here." I walk across the stage runaway, getting closer to the audience. "I'm going to perform some songs tonight, and some of them will be in my next album."
Some girls shout my name, and I chuckle, waving at them. I stride back toward the microphone stand and nod at my band, signaling to start. The moment I play the intro of my song, my fans scream in delight.
