The crowd cheered loud, looking like a sea of hands and their movement like waves. It amazes me how much a crowd can make you feel overwhelmed; make you feel so giddy inside. Still, I need to catch my breath and go. Say goodbye.
"Thank you guys!" I scream and they scream louder. I can't help but smile.
I take another huge gulp off the water bottle and then face my beloved audience again.
"It's' been a wonderful journey, you guys. Thank you for being there and making this tour a success, I could not have been there anywhere with you. Trust me, you all are important! Have a great night and keep living!"
I wave to the crowd and then I'm ushered inside by the management. I hate this.
I want to personally talk to each and every one of them, to know them and thank them, to hug them. But I can't. I hate this.
Damn this new trend and artists who only perform for money.
All I want to do is go to each and every present in the concert and hug them. Say "thank you for supporting me. I love you" to each one of them. They have made me who I am.
They have saved me. I live for them.
They keep telling me I'm the reason they're alive, but only if I could tell them that's true the other way round too.
A/N: Something different now. Do comment and vote if you liked it!
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Histoires Courtes
General Fiction"Musings and stories of an ordinary girl, who's just trying to sum up her infinite stream of thoughts into small little miracles."
