It's Not That Easy.

Chapter 35

No One's POV

Black pants hung low as the young man stood in front of the mirror. His right hand gripped them with a fist from letting them fall to the ground as his other hand messed around with his hair. His bare, muscular body glistened with water to try to cool him down as adrenaline pumped through his veins like drugs entering his system for the first time. All the hard work and stress were finally paying off.

His sneakers moved swiftly against the carpet as he practiced for the millionth time. The silence and emptiness he felt in the room as he stood alone would soon be replaced by the screams and the presence of 20,000 people cheering and singing with him. The stage was his home for now and he was loving every second of it. Just a few more minutes and he'll be there.

It's been 8 nights now. Different state. Different country. Different stage. Different people.

But it was always the same feeling. The same rush of adrenaline.

He can picture it already. The stage was outdoors this time. The stars in the night sky as people chanted his name. He was the main event. They never let him forget that.

His feet stopped moving once he heard the soft click of the door before it opened. A man appeared.

"Leaving in 5, JB."

And just like that, he was alone again. With a deep sigh, everything was put on. White sleeveless shirt, black v-neck, black leather jacket, black Ray Bans, and a mic with wires sticking to his skin.

This is it. Here's to another night.

With the blink of an eye, the time was up and the door was fully opened. The same man along with a girl who had an earpiece and an iPad stood to the side as he walked. The second his feet stepped out, the screams were already heard. His straight, blank face hid his true feelings. He was ready to burst.

The long hallway seemed endless as he passed by people who clapped before him and stood against the walls. A familiar face met him. One by one, another familiar face greeted him. It wasn't long until he was surrounded by his family. He looked around as they all gathered in a circle, hands and arms wrapped around each other's shoulders. His smile was now evident and radiant, thankful for this experience and to be able to do it with the people he loved.

Once the prayer was over, the routine of giving him the boost of extra confidence and excitement was done as they cheered for him and got him ready for the show. The atmosphere was absolutely stunning.

With a sip of water and everyone checking on him, he was finally ready to go. He climbed underneath the stage where the DJ and band were getting everyone ready just as he was. He crouched down beneath the bars as he stood on a low platform. He closed his eyes and everything disappeared. With low deep breaths, it seemed like everything was in slow motion. The screams were gone. The bars surrounding him were gone. Everything was just calm. Until he heard a voice in his earpiece counting down. His eyes reopened and the rushing feeling of adrenaline was back and running.

The seconds went by quick and suddenly, his platform rose where he appeared in front of thousands of people. His audience. His fans. His life.

Once he was on stage and the platform stopped rising, he stood there. Still and steady. Like a picture. The screams had intensified, the lights brightened before his eyes. Everything around him caused a smile on his face. He felt alive and free.

His cue came and the show was on. Every practice, every routine, every little detail was finally coming to life.

From one song to another, he never felt tired. This was his life and he loved every second of it. Disappointment even hit when it was over. 3 hours was definitely not enough for his fans and himself. He needed more time.