In Our Hearts

5 ~ BRIN

A/N:

Hi everyone! :-) I know! And I'm really sorry from the bottom of my heart for I've been gone too long. I don't know how many of you are reading this and I just want to let you all know that Brin is always in my heart and in yours too! Haha!

I thought I'll be able to post this two weeks ago but things get a little rough. Don't forget to leave comments, suggestions and any violent reactions for the improvement of this story.

And mostly, thank you for supporting this fanfic. I'll promise to keep you guys on the edge of your seats (cross fingers 😝) and I apologize for any spelling and grammatical errors.  Anyway,  this is too long for an a/n now.

Ciao!

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I've lost count on how many deep breaths I let out on my way to the dressing room. Earlier, I cannot focus on the rehearsal seeing Tyler's scrutinizing eyes on me. I kept on wondering what was playing in his head and what have been his decision for my demo.

There are lots of producers out there who are much willing to work with me but Tyler is my personal choice. This is not the first time I submitted a demo to him, in fact he wrote a song from my second album that has been engraved in my soul.

Music is something I don't do for a living. It is something that makes me alive and Tyler Scott made me feel that it is the blood that pumps through my vein.

I want to feel that life again.

I was putting a white v-neck shirt as I exit the dressing room. My things are all packed and carried by my assistant beside me. We need to leave before we get stranded by fans and paparazzi.

We were walking in fast pace but my mind is still with Tyler Scott. I was right. He's what I need. He seems to be the only person who can see right through me. I'm a wrought bulb that won't brighten a room anymore. People say that my third album is a phenomenal but how can it be when I had so little of me in it and I was forced to debut it for the sake of company's stability.

They say whatever I sing will be on the top of the charts because my fans support me in a way no one understand.

They were wrong. I know exactly why they were there. They're with me because they see what music means to me; they see every hardwork I take to give them my best; I create music that they can feel. I listen to them too and I feel so bad for not giving them my best with the last album. I tried to delay its production to make it better but Make Art Records says otherwise.

The past months came flashing like an avalanche. I shake my head deliberately as if it will literally wipe out whatever is in my vision when I sprint for the emergency exit. Outside is where a 1968 VW early Bay Camper is waiting. All windows are covered with tint and the interiors are fully overhauled. Luckily, I get in the van without any hindrance but the moment we turn to the left street, where the entrance of the Arena is, we got stuck in traffic caused by the media. At first, I thought they found about the vehicle I rented while staying in Paris but as my driver manage to roll us ever slowly, I found out what the commotion is all about.

Is she not thinking? ... Like all the time and just say and act what pops up in her mind?

Shaking my head, I stare at Star as she pose for picture with a fan, after fan, after fan. I don't know if she plans to give them all the favor they were asking, authographs and pictures simultaneously and at the same time. There were French Paparazzi surrounding her and I can sense by the anxious look by Emily's face that she's  looking for a perfect moment to drag her out of the swarm.