The clock ticked relentlessly, each second echoing through the dressing room as Aiki anxiously watched Macklemore pace back and forth. She could feel the tension building up in him, his face a canvas of worry. Tonight's performance was weighing heavily on his mind, and on the brink of stepping onto that massive stage, panic gripped him.
Aiki's heart sank, her love for Macklemore urging her into action. She hurried to his side, her voice filled with compassion and understanding. "Ben, babe, take a breather. It's me, Aiki. You're safe here. Just breathe with me, focus on my voice."
Macklemore's eyes met hers, searching for reassurance amidst the turmoil inside him. The weight of expectations and self-doubt threatened to swallow him whole. He struggled to catch his breath, his chest tightening with anxiety. It felt like the whole world was hanging on this performance.
"I can't handle this, Aiki," Macklemore choked out, his voice trembling with fear. "What if I disappoint everyone? What if I forget the lyrics? What if..."
Aiki silenced his worries with a gentle touch, enveloping him in her warm embrace. "Listen to me, Ben. You are an incredible artist, and your music has touched countless lives. Your words have inspired and uplifted so many people. Believe in yourself and the love and support that surrounds you."
Macklemore closed his eyes, surrendering to the comfort of Aiki's presence. He took slow, deep breaths, trying to sync his rhythm with hers. Inhale, hold, exhale. The simple act of breathing became his lifeline, grounding him amidst the tempest inside.
Aiki's fingers ran through his hair, soothing his troubled mind. "You have a gift, babe—a talent that moves people's hearts. The crowd out there is waiting to be swept off their feet by your music, to experience the magic only you can create. You have the power to touch souls, and I believe in you with all my heart."
Macklemore's breathing began to steady, and he held onto Aiki tightly, as if she were his anchor in a sea of doubts. Her unwavering support reminded him that he wasn't alone on this journey.
Tears welled up in Macklemore's eyes as he whispered, "I'm scared, Aiki. I want to give my best, but what if it's not enough?"
Aiki's voice resonated with unwavering love. "Ben, you've poured your heart and soul into every lyric, every performance. Your authenticity and passion shine through in every moment. Remember, your worth as an artist isn't defined by just one show. It's about the journey, the impact you've already made on people's lives. And it's remarkable."
They held each other close, the anticipation humming in the air around them. Macklemore's panic attack had left him drained, but with Aiki by his side, he found the strength to step onto that stage, to share his artistry with the world.
After what felt like an eternity, a newfound calm settled upon Macklemore's shoulders. He looked into Aiki's eyes, gratitude filling his voice. "Thank you, Aiki. You're my rock, my guiding light. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Aiki smiled, her heart swelling with love. "We're in this together, Ben. No matter what challenges you face, always remember that I'm right here, supporting you every step of the way. You have a gift, and the world needs to hear it."
Macklemore's lips curled into a faint smile as he held her tighter, finding solace in her arms. In that moment, they both understood the power of their love—a love that surpassed stages, fame, and expectations. Together, they would conquer doubts, navigate storms, and celebrate triumphs.
As the roar of the crowd grew louder outside, Aiki and Macklemore stood side by side, hands intertwined, ready to face the music. And as they took that pivotal step onto the stage, Macklemore carried within him the unwavering support and belief Aiki had given him, fueling his passion to create, to inspire, and to give his all.
In the embrace of the spotlight, Macklemore unleashed his music, pouring his heart out for the world to hear. And with each lyric that resonated through the air, Aiki watched with pride, knowing that her love and comfort had helped her husband conquer his fears and deliver a performance that would leave an indelible mark on the hearts of many.
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Fanfictionyeah so basically what the title says bc i need a coping mechanism for never seeing him again lol