Silent Ties

Destiny's Calling

The next morning, Angel stood outside Angelo Studio, her heart pounding in her chest. The building was unassuming, yet to Angel, it loomed large and intimidating. She had barely slept the night before, her mind racing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Now, standing at the entrance, she took a deep breath, gathering the courage to step inside.

The studio was quiet, almost serene, with a warm, welcoming atmosphere. It felt strange to be there, as if she had been expected all along. The staff seemed to know who she was the moment she walked in. They greeted her politely and guided her down a corridor without asking her name. It was as if everything had been prepared for her, as if this meeting had been written in the stars.

Angel was led to a small, cozy room with a grand piano at its center. The light streaming through the windows gave the space a soft, almost ethereal glow. The staff member who had escorted her told her to wait, offering a kind smile before leaving her alone with her thoughts. As Angel sat down, she let her fingers drift across the piano keys, the familiar feel calming her nerves.

Minutes passed like hours, her mind oscillating between doubt and hope. And then, the door opened, and Adele stepped in.

Angel’s breath caught in her throat. Adele was even more breathtaking in person, her presence filling the room with an aura of warmth and strength. She smiled at Angel, her expression both kind and knowing, as if she could see every fear and hope that Angel held inside.

“Hello, Angel,” Adele greeted her warmly, her voice as soothing as ever.

“Hello, Miss Adkins,” Angel replied, trying to steady her voice.

“Please, call me Adele,” she said with a gentle laugh. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

Angel nodded, still in awe of the moment. Adele motioned for her to sit beside the piano, and Angel complied, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Adele’s tone grew serious as she spoke, her eyes locking onto Angel’s. “Look, Angel, I know you hate and perhaps even fear fame. It’s something that can be overwhelming, even terrifying. But some people are meant to be singers. They’re meant to share their voice with the world.”

She paused, searching Angel’s face for understanding. “Do you believe in God?”

“Yes, I do,” Angel replied softly.

“Me too,” Adele continued, her voice steady and sincere. “And I believe that God didn’t give us talents for nothing. You have this gift for a reason, Angel. You came here to do something meaningful with it. You should use your voice for good reasons, to touch people’s lives, to make the world a better place.”

Angel listened, the words resonating deeply within her. Everything Adele said made perfect sense. It was as if all the confusion and fear she had felt were melting away, replaced by a clear sense of purpose. Adele wasn’t just offering her advice—she was offering her a path, a way forward that Angel hadn’t been able to see on her own.

“I know fame is awful,” Adele continued, her voice tinged with a sadness that only someone who had lived it could convey. “Believe me, I understand. But I do it because I love my job, and I know that it’s one of the reasons I was put on this earth. I believe the same is true for you.”

Angel felt tears welling up in her eyes. Adele’s words were exactly what she needed to hear. It was as if all the doubts and fears that had been holding her back were being gently washed away by the truth Adele was speaking.

Then, Adele smiled, a warm and encouraging smile that made Angel feel safe, like everything was going to be okay. “Now,” Adele said softly, “I’d like to hear you sing. Just let your heart guide you.”

Angel nodded, feeling a surge of emotion as she placed her fingers on the piano keys. She began to play, her voice following soon after. The song she chose was one of her favorites, a piece she had sung many times alone in her flat, but this time it felt different. Singing in front of Adele, with everything she had just said resonating within her, Angel felt like she was pouring her soul into the music.

When she finished, she looked up at Adele, searching her face for a reaction. To her surprise, she found Adele with tears in her eyes.

“You have to do this, dear,” Adele said, her voice thick with emotion. “You were made to do this. Don’t worry—I’ll be with you every step of the way. You’re not alone in this.”

Angel’s heart swelled with gratitude and hope. Adele’s words had given her the courage she needed, the assurance that she wasn’t walking this path alone. For the first time, Angel felt ready to embrace her destiny, to follow the path that had been laid out before her.

She had found her purpose, and with Adele’s guidance, she was ready to face whatever the future held.