Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 142

Chapter 142 – Golden Melody
Miexha’s Point of View

I never imagined I’d stand here.

Under the dazzling lights of the Amerina Music Awards, in a silk gown tailored around my very round belly—again.

Camera flashes bloomed like stars. Celebrities glided across the red carpet, elegant and perfect, each one taller, thinner, more glittering than the last. And then there was me: waddling softly, steady on my heels, one hand resting protectively over my stomach.

But Jayson looked at me like I was the most radiant woman in the world.

“You look perfect,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around mine. “You’re the star tonight.”

I smiled, blinking away the tears already clouding my vision.

Stupid hormones.

Inside the grand hall, nerves pulsed through my veins. I clung to Jayson’s arm like a lifeline. The giant screens flashed names—global artists, legends—and still, somehow, mine was up there.

LittleLune — “Golden Melody”
Best Global Ballad Performance.

I felt my baby flutter inside me. Maybe she was nervous too.

Then they called my name.

Everything went quiet, and loud, all at once. Applause thundered, but all I heard was my heartbeat pounding like a drumline.

I rose slowly. My feet ached. My back complained. I held the gown with one hand and Jayson’s love with the other.

The host smiled as they handed me the crystal trophy. It was heavier than I expected—like it held not just victory, but every sleepless night, every whispered lyric, every piece of my soul.

At the microphone, I breathed in shakily.

“Good evening…” I said. My voice cracked, but I kept going.
“This song… was born from love. From grief. From remembering someone who once believed in me before I believed in myself.”

The audience hushed.

“I wrote Golden Melody during a time when I thought music had left me. But it came back when I whispered it to someone I lost. Someone I will always love. And someone I carry with me… every time I sing.”

I touched my belly gently.

“And to my children—Jamie, Shellie, Xiejay… and the two little surprises in here—I hope you always find your voice, even when it trembles.”

I smiled through the tears.
“And to my husband… who insists on being both my manager and unofficial sound technician at home… thank you.  I love you Dear.”

The applause felt like wings lifting me.

Later, backstage, Jayson pulled me into his arms before I could even take a proper breath.

“You did it,” he whispered. “You sang with your whole heart.”

“Did I cry too much?” I asked, half-laughing, half-sobbing.

“Not at all,” he grinned. “It was perfect.”

Then the host returned and led me to the stage again.

“And now, LittleLune will perform her award-winning piece, Golden Melody.”

The lights dimmed. The spotlight warmed my skin. The chords began—soft, nostalgic, like a lullaby echoing across time.

I closed my eyes.

And I sang.

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🎙️
Golden Melody

(Verse 1)
You changed me, from a girl into someone brave
Your love the light, the voice I craved
Your smile, a map, a sky so wide
With you beside me, I never had to hide

(Chorus)
I don’t need a perfect voice to sing for you
You already know what I’ve been through
A golden melody, soft and true
Carried by love, returning to you

(Verse 2)
Time moved on, like rivers in the rain
Some days were joy, and some held pain
But every note still held your name
And every silence knew who to blame

(Verse 3)
I let you go, and still you stayed
In lullabies and dreams replayed
Maybe we walk different skies above
But my heart still hums your kind of love

(Bridge)
So when they ask me how I healed
I tell them music made me feel
And in the chords you left behind
I still find peace, I still find time

(Chorus)
I don’t need a perfect voice to sing for you
You already know my love is true
This golden melody, it lives and flies
In every breath, in every goodbye
🎙️

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When I finished, the crowd rose to its feet. Applause, tears, light.

But all I saw was Jayson—standing, clapping, glowing with pride. And somewhere in my soul, I felt another heartbeat applauding too.

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The plane home was quiet.

I stared out the window, the trophy resting on my lap like a sleeping child. Jayson held my hand gently.

“Jayson,” I whispered. “When we get home… can we visit the cemetery?”

He didn’t hesitate. He only nodded.

“Of course, my love.”

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The sky was soft gray when we arrived. The wind gentle, almost musical.

I walked the familiar path alone, one hand on my stomach, the other clutching the golden award.

His grave waited, calm and constant.

Zatariel Wov.

Sixteen forever.

Still smiling. Still golden.

I knelt and placed the trophy beside his stone, brushing away leaves and vines as if cleaning the room of an old friend.

“Did you enjoy my concerts?” I murmured, my voice trembling. “You had the best seat.”

I let the silence answer.

“I’m pregnant again. Twins,” I chuckled softly.
“If one of them ends up blonde, I’ll take that as a sign you’re still showing off from wherever you are.”

I talked and talked—about Jamie and her bossy sweetness, about Shellie’s giggles and curls, about Xiejay’s wild mischief.

And about Jayson.

“He’s a good man, Riel. A better one than I ever expected. You’d like him now. He’s still so loud, but… he listens to me. He carries the weight with me. And somehow, he still makes me laugh.”

The wind brushed my hair. I hummed again.

Golden Melody, soft and slow.

Then I whispered:

“I’ll come back again soon. With more stories. Happy ones.”

I leaned forward and touched the stone gently with my palm.

“I miss you,” I said. “But I’m okay. I promise I’m okay.”

Behind me, Jayson waited, quiet and kind.

I turned, walked into his arms, and together, we stepped back into the world we’d built louder, messier, fuller than I ever dreamed.

A song still unfinished.

But finally, in perfect harmony.