Catching Kelce

Late Night Call

Kansas City
October 2023

Dua

As the evening wore on and Travis drifted off to sleep, I found myself unable to shake the nagging sense of regret that had been gnawing at me all night. Despite his kindness and unwavering support, I had let my own insecurities and fears drive a wedge between us, pushing him away with my erratic behavior.

With a heavy sigh, I slipped out of bed and made my way downstairs, my thoughts consumed by the need to make things right. I knew I couldn't change the past, but I was determined to do whatever it took to make amends.

As I reached for my phone, I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen. But then, with a sense of determination, I dialed the number for my label, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" came a voice on the other end of the line.

"Hi, it's Dua," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to talk to you about the next song release."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then the voice responded, "What's wrong, Dua? Is something going on?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "I've been thinking... I want to change the next song that's going to release," I admitted, my words coming out in a rush. "I know it's late, but I can't go through with it. It's not right."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then the voice responded, "Dua, you know we can't just scrap a song at the last minute. It's already scheduled to release. This would be the third time we've done this for you in this album period." They say.

I bit my lip, frustration bubbling up inside me. "I know, but... there's another song I've been working on," I said, my voice trembling with emotion. "I think it's better suited for this moment. Please, just give it a chance."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Feeling a sense of defeat washing over me. But then an idea struck me—a chance to make things right. "What if I record another song?" I suggested tentatively. "Something that feels more authentic to me?" I said.

"Alright, Dua," they said reluctantly. "We'll give it a listen. But this better be worth it."

Relief flooded through me as I thanked them profusely, promising to make it up to them somehow. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over me.

As I made my way back upstairs to the bedroom, my mind was still racing with the weight of the conversation I had just had with my label. Despite the uncertainty of what the future held, there was a sense of relief knowing that I had taken the first step toward making things right with Travis.

As I slipped back into bed beside him, I couldn't help but feel comfort as he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a comforting embrace. With his warmth enveloping me, all the tension and anxiety of the past few days seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that I hadn't felt in far too long.

"Hey," he murmured softly, his voice warm with affection as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"Hey," I whispered back, snuggling closer to him, grateful for his presence beside me.

For a long moment, we lay there together in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of our breathing. And as I felt the tension leaving my body, replaced by a sense of calm and tranquility, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, having Travis by my side was all I needed to face them with courage and determination.

With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off to sleep. And as I nestled against him, feeling his steady heartbeat.