Love Is In The Lyrics

ONE

  I'd never imagined myself becoming anything.

I never thought that people cared about what I had to say, but I was wrong. Somehow the world of stardom had been bestowed upon me, my little performances at the mall, churches, even the streets had finally paid off.

I now had anything I could've ever dreamed of, the money, the cars, the clothes, and most of all my family was by my side the whole time. Always supporting whatever path my heart lead my toward, uprooting themselves from our comfortable small town just to follow me to the bustling life of Los Angeles. My mother always supported us working several jobs so I felt more than okay letting her love carefree in the home I bought.

My album had done even better than we could've imagined, we only expected a couple hundred thousand streams. But somehow my music ended up in TikTok and from there, I was an overnight sensation. The streams skyrocketing into the tens of millions, truly a once in a lifetime thing.

The overwhelming achievement had somehow earned me a spot in the running for best new artist. Me, someone who used to plow the fields of her farm to help her mother make ends meet, the girl who was always told she was delusional for having such a big dream, but what's a dream if you don't chase it?

The stylist tightened the corset built into the tight red dress that hugged every part of my body, and imperfections that were going to be on display for everyone to judge. It was a breathtaking dress truly, but my insecurities wouldn't let my happiness prevail. Anyone and everyone will have their eyes on me, as an up and coming star all I can do is try to put myself out there to hopefully stay relevant.

"You look sad," Marci noted as she fluffed the bow she finished tying moments before. "Nervous?"

She didn't take her attention off my outfit but I felt her concern, I wasn't normally a nervous person but tonight could be huge for my career. Getting this award would solidify me as a REAL musician, showing I have what it takes to be here, that I don't and won't give up easily when it comes to my dreams.

I sigh while still staring down the glorious fabric, "Of course I'm nervous, this night means everything to me." I let my fingers trace the spaghetti straps laying dormant on my shoulders. She purses her lips and crosses her arms before looking at me in the mirror before me. "You're not a nervous woman, why the sudden thoughts?" Her Italian accent rang thru in some of the words, she says its thicker when she's actually in Italy but I don't know how much I believe that.

But in the end she was right, I wasn't a nervous person. I was always headstrong and confident, never letting anything stop me, until now. Sadly the thing that was stopping me was myself.

"I just feel like if I don't win tonight everything I've worked for means nothing, my career means nothing. I drug my family out here for this, and if I don't win, everything will be for nothing." My emotions got the best of me as the tears started to drop from my eyes, seeing Marci's face soften as she comes beside me and gives me a side hug. Letting her free arm hold my hand closest to it.

"If anyone should be nervous, it's the other nominees. I have no doubt you'll shine tonight, just like you always do Addi." She pecks my cheek before putting me on the back, returning to her work as I try to contain myself.

I needed to get my head right, stop psyching myself out over this. The NMA's are important but my sanity was worth more to me than some award.

Marci walked up behind me and draped a beautiful silver necklace around my neck, adorned with a multitude of diamonds twinkling with every moment. "Thank Tiffany's." Marci winked through the mirror as I let out a small laugh, my arms falling to my sides and flattening the dress as she finished securing the work of art.