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That was the notification Christen got on her phone early in the morning. She got out of bed, careful not to wake her fiancée, and clicked on the notification so fast.
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"Uh, hey guys. It's been a while, huh?"
Christen stared intently at you, eyes going over all of your features. You looked different, good different, great even, she thought. You'd cut your hair short, it no longer reaching to your shoulders, your face was more defined. You looked a lot healthier from what she could remember five years ago.
"Where have you been?
I've been home. I, uh, moved away five years ago, far.
Where tho?
Spain, actually. I just got up and left, no clue what I was doing, just always wanted to visit and its now become my home.
What have you been up to?
I've still been writing songs and producing songs for people, good friends of mine. Okay, I actually have to go, but I went live for a reason. I have an announcement to make. I know I've been away for a long ass time, but to my supporters, thank you for sticking by me even with not hearing or seeing me for five years. I appreciate the hell out of you.
Now for the announcement, I am doing a concert in a week from today, Saturday. I don't know if I'll do anymore concerts after that because the life I've built while I was M.I.A. is something I don't want to change, but you never know what could happen on the future.
Tickets go live at midnight. I am signing off, and if you can make it, I will see you there. See you when I see you."
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Spain and concert. That's all Christen got from the live.
You'd been in Spain the whole time, not like she'd know. She didn't know what to think after seeing you for the first time in five years. It was through a screen, but it was still you.
She wants to see you in person and going to your concert might be the only way to do it.
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