Falling Between the Notes (Nicholas Galitzine)

Chapter 61: Tour Ending/New Encounters

-Three months later-

Jade's pov.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh—"

The beat of Espresso pulsed through the arena, the crowd screaming every word back at me as I danced across the stage, my body moving on pure adrenaline. My heart pounded, my skin glistening under the stage lights, every fiber of me alive in this moment.

"Say you can't sleep, baby, I know—"

I threw my arm into the air, soaking it all in—this final night, this final song, this final electric moment before everything came to a close. The energy was intoxicating, an entire arena moving in sync, voices merging into one unstoppable force.

And then—silence. The music cut, the lights dimmed, and the wave of screams nearly knocked me off my feet.

I stood there, breathing hard, staring out at the thousands of faces before me. My dancers and band gathered around me in a loose semi-circle, arms slung over each other's shoulders, sweat and exhaustion making their smiles even brighter. My family.

I lifted the mic, struggling to catch my breath. "Oh my God," I said, laughing through the lump forming in my throat. "This... this has been unreal."

The crowd erupted again, but I held up a hand, my lips curving into a small, emotional smile.

"I don't even know how to say this without crying," I admitted, my voice thick. "This tour has been the most incredible journey of my life. Every city, every show, every single one of you... you've made this unforgettable."

Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to look away. "It's crazy, because this doesn't feel like an ending. It feels like a promise. A promise that we'll do this again. And next time? It'll be even bigger, even wilder, even better."

The screams swelled again, fans reaching toward me, their faces glowing with the same emotion I felt in my chest.

"I couldn't ask for better fans," I whispered, shaking my head. "From the bottom of my heart—thank you."

A final roar. A final wave. A final moment.

Then, with my dancers and band still surrounding me, we turned together, walking off the stage for the last time.

The second I stepped backstage, everything hit me at once—the end of the tour, the rush of emotions, the overwhelming gratitude swirling inside me. My breath caught in my throat, my hands shaking slightly as the reality of it settled.

And then, before I could fully process it, I felt strong arms wrap around me.

Nick.

He pulled me into his chest, holding me tight, his heartbeat rapid against mine. His hands cradled the back of my head, his breath warm against my temple. "You did it," he murmured, his voice low, rough with something unspoken. "You were fucking incredible."

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers curling into his shirt, gripping onto him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded. My body melted into his, the exhaustion, the adrenaline, the sheer weight of everything making me tremble.

And then he kissed me.

It was soft at first—gentle, almost hesitant, like he wanted me to feel everything in it. His hands cradled my face, thumbs brushing along my cheekbones, grounding me in the middle of the chaos. My body relaxed against his, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I let myself sink into the warmth of him. It wasn't rushed, wasn't desperate. Just us, wrapped in something quiet and certain.