Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Epilogue

Lyrics came easily when I thought of my Freen. She was soul inspiring in every way, even now, ten years into our marriage.

'Playing with Fire' was the first of many songs to take the world by storm, but it would always hold a place in my heart as the first song I wrote when Freen became my wife. Freen and our children gave me so much strength, I was unstoppable. Other artists were soon begging me to work with them, and here I was, ten years on, being thanked for my influence on the music industry.

"Are you nervous?" Freen whispered in my ear.

"No. Are you?" I smiled, touching her cheek. Freen was still the most beautiful woman in my world.

"Dad." Grace griped. "Tell Jack to stop poking me."

I turned to our children, pride and love filling me. Grace was turning into quite the young lady, and had an amazing mind. Jack, our middle child, was the cheekiest of our three children. Freen said it was because she took after me. Personally, I think she had a lot of her mother in her, too. Our youngest daughter, Hope, was very musical and had the voice of an angel. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was a proud father, but with children like ours, what wasn't there to be proud of?

"Jack, leave you sister alone." I poked her. "See? It's not fun, is it?"

"Dad," Jack giggled when I tickled her. "Get off."

"Annoying, isn't it? Sit up and eat your dinner." I hid a smile, looking at Freen, who was sniggering into her napkin.

"Dad, when do you get your award?" Grace asked.

"Soon, baby." It felt a little unreal.

My whole family was here tonight. My parents were seated at the same table as Freen and I. Alice was on a table behind me with rest of the band, Nam and Mind.

"You deserve this award, Becky." Garret called over the table. "Your song writing skills are exceptional, timeless."

"I still think a life time achieve awards is a bit much." Mind called over. "She has years left in her."

"She has a point." I grinned at Garret.

"No, she doesn't." Garret's smile belied the seriousness of her tone. "Becky, you will go down in history with your music. This is just the beginning."

"Please stop stroking her ego, Garret." Freen teased "I have a job getting her head thought the door as it is."

"It's time, its time!" Alice screeched as the stage came to life. Freen squeezed my hand tightly as Hope moved to sit on her knee.

My award category was last. I kept checking my tux pockets obsessively to make sure my speech was still there.

Garret walked onto the stage, rubbing my ego even more. By the time I got up, the whole room was on their feet, applauding me. It was a little embarrassing: after all, I was just a singer / songwriter – it wasn't as if I'd found a cure for cancer.

I waited for the applause to calm, feeling the heat of the spot lights beaming down on me. I pulled out my speech, placing it on the podium, laughing at the applause still going on.

"Okay, all. I will pay you later." I grinned as the crowd laughed and began to take their seats. "I really don't know what to say, but I wouldn't believe everything that man says." I teased, pointing to Garret. "My music was always just a hobby. Some of you may not know that I was just a bar man when Eclipse was first found by our manager, Garret. We were living week by week, playing music we enjoyed.