𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

the last day of the tour finally arrived, and as i sat on the private jet with my crew and a few members of my team, the exhaustion of the past few months began to settle in. 

the vibrant lights of the cityscape blurred past the windows as we made our way to the airport. the tour had been a whirlwind of adrenaline, late nights, and endless travel. my album had been a success, and the tour was a celebration of that, but it was also a bittersweet reminder of the emotional rollercoaster I'd been on.

the high earnings from the tour had allowed me to purchase a new house in LA, a modern home with sleek lines and a panoramic view of the city that sparkled like a thousand tiny diamonds at night. the place felt like a new beginning, a fresh start after a year that had been both exhilarating and devastating. i was excited however to have my own place and leave my past in the past.

as the plane arrived at the airport, i felt a rush of relief. i was finally heading home, to the place that was now my sanctuary. my 070 crew was insistent on celebrating the end of the tour with one last night out at the club, and though i was tired, i knew it would be good to unwind with my friends.

"i don't care dani, you're coming tomorrow." ralphy says with determination as he pats my back.

"so i really got no choice huh." i raised a tired eyebrow and everyone shook their head causing me to groan. "i'm friends with a bunch of partyholics."

"that's right, you stuck vibin' with us for life, so tomorrow we are picking you up in a slick SUV so you better come with the correct attitude." treee says as she starts packing up her things. i pulled a face as i got up from my own seat and moved down the aisle.

"what's that supposed to mean?" i asked looking back as i walked onwards.

"come on now dani, you've been acting like a grumpy grandpa half of the time on this tour." malick says, swooping in for treee's defence. essentially they were all ganging up on me.

"what that's not true!" i protested. we all got off the plane and gathered, my security making sure everything was good before heading into the airport. "okay maybe i was going to sleep at a strict bedtime, but what is wrong with y'all wanting me to go clubbing right after a three hour show?"

after a very unserious debate, i agreed but it wasn't like i had a choice from the beginning. i have been losing my will to party hard since i'm turning twenty six this year and this party life is getting very tiring for me to keep up. i've been doing music since i was seventeen, so i've been around the club scene for that long, who can blame me if i'm getting a bit tired of thelifestyle.

my driver dropped me home and the moment i arrived i slept. the frequent jetlag that i have been experiencing these past few months, has made my body more fatigued than usual. despite the tour being physically and mentally demanding, i was very fond of the memories i created.