My blonde hair flowed in the wind. My room over looked the beautiful water. I watched the waves crash against the shore. At night I would creep out of my room just to sit alone and listen to the waves. They were somehow comforting.
It had been years since I had performed at a stadium or just in a concert. I could still hear my fans, excuse me Swifties, singing all the lyrics to my songs. I remember meeting them, some of them were so happy they cried! Every time I met somehow who liked my music, it made me feel very accomplished. I did what I wanted to do with my life. Here I am nearly 40 years old, and I still remember every night I ever played.
I married my best friend, and fellow artist, Ed Sheeran. He was definitely the best decision I had ever made. Our relationship was always friendly. We had been best friends since I met him, and we wrote our first song together. Let me tell you that definitely wasn't the last.
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Author's Note:
I don't know what to call that... It's not long enough to be a chapter, but it's not really a description... Well it sort of it but not so... Whatever call it what you want... haha :) Please vote/comment/read If you like this let me know! It will give me motivation to write more!
