The Space Between

TWO

Standing on stage, the energy from the crowd was absolutely electric. at The Fillmore in Philadelphia is packed and I can feel the vibrations of fans' cheers resonating through my entire body. The lights are dazzling, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the sea of faces. My killer outfit makes me feel invincible, every detail meticulously chosen to reflect my style and confidence. This is it—my moment.

As the opening beats of my single "Elastic" fill the venue, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I take a deep breath, and as I start singing, my voice strong and clear, cutting through the noise. The crowd erupts, singing along with every word, their voices blending in perfect harmony. My body moves in sync with the music, each beat guiding my steps and every lyric fueling my dance. The rhythm pulses through me, and I feel like I'm floating, each movement effortless and free. Performing feels so natural, so right—like I am meant to take on the stage.

The song comes to an end, and the applause is deafening. I take a moment to soak it all in, my heart pounding with exhilaration. "Thank you, Philly!" I shout, my voice echoing through the hall. "You guys are incredible and the reason I get to do what I love!" The crowd's response was a roar of approval, and I can't help but smile, feeling a deep connection with everyone there.

As the applause dies down, I prepare to sing a song from my EP, "Put the Record On." Taking a deep breath and smiling, feeling a swell of emotion. "Before I start this next song, I want to give a special shoutout to my girlfriend, Malia," I say, my voice filled with joy. "She's the inspiration behind this track. Oh gosh, I feel so nostalgic right now. We would always listen to a playlist we created on set, filming Descendants, and sing along to every song. Sometimes she songs off key, but that's okay, I love her. She's the best girl in the entire world. Malia, I love you so much."

The crowd cheers again, and I feel a wave of happiness wash over me. The beat starts, and I began to groove along, feeling the music in every fiber of my being. The melody is infectious, and I can see the audience swaying and dancing along. I sing with confidence, my voice blending with the music. The lyrics flow effortlessly, each word a testament to my feelings for Malia. The joy of performing and the love I feel for her make this moment memorable.

As the song comes to an end, I look out at the sea of faces, all cheering and clapping. I feel overjoyed, grateful, and completely at home. This is my dream, and I'm living it. The stage lights dim slightly, and I take a moment to catch my breath, the exhilaration still coursing through me. "Thank you, everyone!" I call out, my voice full of emotion. "You make this all possible."

The crowd's applause is a thunderous affirmation, and I know that this is just the start. Each performance, each connection with the audience, is a step further into my dreams. And with Malia by my side, inspiring me every day, I feel so unstoppable.

After performing for an hour and a half, and taking pics with fans and signing Descendants or EP posters, I finally make it back to my tour bus. I am exhausted but exhilarated, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I kick off my shoes and sink into the plush couch, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

The smell of street tacos fills the bus, making my stomach growl. I grabbed some tacos from the nearby cart and take a big bite, savoring the burst of flavors. The combination of seasoned meat, fresh cilantro, and tangy salsa is just what I needed. I wash it down with a refreshing gulp of Jarritos soda, the fizzy and fruity sweetness a perfect complement to the spicy tacos.

As I sit here, enjoying my meal, I can't help but reflect on the night's performance. The energy from the crowd, the connection with my fans, and the love I felt from everyone—it was all so overwhelming and beautiful. This is my dream, and I am living it. I smile to myself, feeling content and grateful for every moment.

I glance out the window of the bus, watching the city lights blur as we start to move. The hum of the engine and the rhythmic sway of the bus are oddly comforting. I think about the fans I had met tonight—their excited faces, their stories, and how they told me my music had touched their lives. It is moments like that that make all the hard work worth it.

I finish my tacos and lean back, sipping my Jarritos slowly. My phone buzzed with posts from fans. I reply or repost a few, thanking them for their support. Then I put my phone down and close my eyes for a moment, letting the night's events replay in my mind.

The bus hit a bump, jolting me back to reality. I laughed to myself, realizing how surreal this all feels. I am living a life I had always dreamed of, and it is everything I had hoped for and more. I make a mental note to never take any of this for granted, to always remember the joy and passion that has brought me here.

I miss Malia dearly, wishing she were with me, longing for her kiss and her touch, but I know she is destined for greatness and doing amazing things while she's in LA. We are just two young woman, chasing our dreams and navigating our careers.

As the bus continues its journey to the next city, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. I knew tomorrow may bring new challenges and new adventures, but for now, I am content. I finish my soda and curl up on the couch, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and excitement for what lies ahead.