Trapped in your Fame...

Chapter 8

I knew the voice was familiar. It was Wes's voice speaking over the speakers. I couldn't hear myself think over the sound of singing and silence.

It was silent.

No one was screaming or cheering.

The only noise was the sound of singing. I stopped and listened.

Baby, I want to hold you,

Kiss you

Seeing you dance like that.

Hair wet, smile big

It's just me

Just you

Me and you in the rain.

I stopped listening. I couldn't. Wes wasn't Wes. He was Wesley Jaron. The Wesley Jaron.

I needed to get out of there as soon as I could. I tried to stand, but my legs were limp. They felt like jello but were acting like rocks. That reminded me of our dinner last night, when he asked me to be his girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

That meant... that meant that I was... I was now dating- I stopped.

No. I couldn't think anymore. I must be hallucinating. Wes was in a meeting. He couldn't be on stage right now, singing in front of thousands of people. No. It was impossible. He wouldn't lie to me. He hasn't been lying to me this entire time. There was no way.

The next thing I heard was cheering and people screaming lyrics. People were now singing lyrics to songs that were being sung.

I still felt like I had to get out of there.

This time, I was able to stand up but when I did, everything started spinning. I squeezed my way through the crowds of people and made it to the isle.

That was as far as I made it.

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I felt someone lift me up, but I didn't have the strength to fight whoever it was about it. I didn't want to be carried anywhere. I wanted to go home. Then the darkness took over me.

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I could hear voices all around me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I let the darkness overcome me again.

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I felt someone squeezing my hand and I turned my head, keeping my eyes closed.

"Arli." A voice whispered and then sighing in relief.

"Mmm." Was all I had the strength to say.

I opened my eyes, but quickly shut them again. It was too bright. Even though it was bright, I kept reopening my eyes until I was able to see clearly.

I was laying on a couch in a small room with plain walls and a carpeted floor. There were a handful of people around the room, all dressed in grey and black suits. I locked eyes with one of the men in a grey suit for a split second and then turned to the body crouching next to me. I locked eyes with him.

It was Wes.

It took a bit, but slowly, memories came back to me. Anger immediately took over me. I pulled my hand away from Wes's, sat up and started yelling at him. I was ignoring the fact that everything was spinning a bit.