𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝘢.𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯

𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐱. 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬

☾︎ 𝔹𝕌ℝℝ𝕀𝕋𝕆𝕊 ☽︎

May 12, 2018

It was a hot afternoon in Santa Clara, and the buzz of Brooklyn's concert was beginning to take shape backstage. The arena was about to fill with thousands of eager fans ready to hear the singer's powerful voice, while the production team rushed back and forth, making sure everything was in place.

Brooklyn, sitting in front of the mirror, let her stylist work meticulously, applying makeup to ensure everything was perfect. The process was a mix of calm and controlled stress. The soft background music barely covered the murmurs of the crew. However, her mind was far from the concert preparations, distracted by a constant thought.

The afternoon breeze lightly brushed the backstage area, but Brooklyn wasn't thinking about the weather. She was focused on what was happening in another part of the country, on a soccer field, where Alex was playing one of the first matches of the season with the Orlando Pride.

The glow of the tablet screen that Tree held was a beacon in the dimly lit dressing room. The energetic woman with short hair watched the live updates of the match intently, knowing how much it meant to Brooklyn to keep up with every play.

"How's it going?" Brooklyn asked, trying not to sound too anxious but knowing the answer would calm her, as it always did.

Tree didn't take her eyes off the tablet for a moment, but then she looked up and smiled, happy to deliver good news. "They're winning, 0-1," she said enthusiastically. "And guess what… Alex scored the goal."

Brooklyn, who was about to close her eyes, smiled widely at the news. She couldn't help but feel proud, this goal was like an unexpected gift in the midst of her chaotic life. Even though her music career was reaching new heights, nothing excited her more than seeing Alex succeed on the field.

"That's amazing…" Brooklyn whispered, touching her neck as if it were a physical reflex to the emotions she felt. Alex always managed to surprise her, both on and off the field.

Tree smiled at Brooklyn's visible happiness. "You know? Don't worry. She's doing great. She's a machine."

Brooklyn let out a small laugh and leaned back in her chair, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Despite the crowd that would soon be waiting for her and the adrenaline of the show, Alex's goal made her feel connected to her, as if they were together in that moment, sharing the victory.

"I wonder if I'll get to see her after the show…" Brooklyn murmured, more to herself than to Tree.

"I'll tell you that," Tree said while checking the last details on the screen. "If it's possible, we'll make it happen. You know Alex always makes time for you, no matter how busy she is."

Brooklyn nodded, taking a deep breath. The conversation shifted to other topics, and she refocused on her concert preparations. But in her mind, she kept picturing Alex celebrating that goal on the field, a satisfied smile on her face.

Brooklyn's concert in Santa Clara began with an outpouring of energy. The expectant crowd screamed with excitement as the lights dimmed and the first notes of her set rang out. Completely immersed in her music, Brooklyn let herself flow with the rhythm, feeling how each song blended into the vibrant atmosphere of the venue. It was the show she had always dreamed of, full of fans and an opportunity to share her art with an audience that adored her.

Every movement, every chord seemed effortless, as if everything was falling perfectly into place. The band, always impeccable, followed her rhythm with perfect synchronization, and the lighting team made the show feel almost magical. From the stage, Brooklyn could feel the heat of the crowd, the applause echoing through every corner of the venue. There were no issues, no delays, no setbacks, everything was going according to plan. The sound was crisp, the choreography flowed smoothly, and Brooklyn gave herself completely to the experience.