Spin-off to "Big Yellow Door" but could be read as a standalone.
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I was labelled as the girl who got fame as heritage or the one who couldn't stand up to the reputation her parents held. They say I'm a shame to my infamous parent's legacy.
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❝When everything falls apart, the people who stand by you without flinching ── They are your family.❞
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This is crazy. I was so freaking nervous to even go on the stage. I can't do it. Holding small events in city tours seemed fine, but I am seriously nervous to be on stage to perform again. I took a deep breath and let it out. I knew the crowd was waiting for me, but I couldn't gather the courage to be in front of them again. The memories of the past hit me.
I had forgotten the lyrics to my songs. I made it worse by running off the stage. I pushed people away when the crowd came to greet me. I was worse to them.
People threw empty bottles on the stage when I fell on the stage after a night of heavy drinking. The stadiums weren't even half-filled for the shows that followed. What if it happened again?
I opened my eyes wide to the ceiling. The fan above me wasn't moving. I breathed heavily. The sweat covered my forehead. I gulped in my dry throat.
It was a nightmare! Thank God, it was just that much.
I looked around in my room. It was still dark. I moved my hand to the side table and grabbed my mobile from it. It was 4.30 in the morning. They say dreams of the dawn are real. What if it happened?
I thought of calling Ved, but he would be sleeping. I didn't want to wake him up with my worries again. I know he would be mad if he knew I didn't include him in this, but I can't keep on putting my problems on him always.
There were still a couple of days until my album was released. It would be followed by a release party. I had something planned for my big event but now I feel scared. I looked down at Milo, sleeping in my room. I smiled at that sight. He rarely comes into my room. I might have brought him home, but he is more attached to Mamma and Baba. So, I felt glad that he chose me tonight. I slid down the bed carefully enough not to wake him up and walked outside the room.
I wanted to clear my mind and get this fear away, but I didn't think how. I walked straight to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and scanned through it. I could spot something chocolaty. I pulled it out and smiled while looking at the chocolate cake. I closed the fridge and jerked. "Baba," I screamed.
He was actually there. He sighed before walking to me. He stared at the plate in my hand and nodded. "This would do. I can't seem to sleep these days," He mumbled.
I sighed. "You scared me," I said. He rolled his eyes and turned on the dim light. "You get scared easily. I am not surprised," He said while walking to the middle counter.
He got settled on one of the counter chairs. I took my seat before him. "Why are you awake, though?" He asked while pulling out two spoons. He handed one to me and took a spoonful of cake for him before taking it to his mouth.
