Tyler was relieved that he had finally reached his hotel suite. He automatically dropped himself on the large sofa as the rest of the group went inside the room all cheering for their success. Canada was the last of the seven countries to visit for his concert which was named.
Tyler Wolfe: Concert for a Cause
The money that they have gathered will be directly donated to the charity that Tyler has been working on. He had always been so nice towards people, specially to children.
For months of going around the world, his body was quite beaten up from rehearsals, t.v. guestings and interviews and the concert he did for seven countries. He felt like he hadn't had a rest for ages! Hopefully tomorrow he could finally have a rest, or the next day... or the day after that.
Everyone in the room stood there cheering and for a quick moment the room was filled with people and loud music.
"Guys, listen up!" Tyler said making his voice louder so that everyone could hear despite the loud music. Instinctively, someone lowered down the volume and Tyler was just too glad that he didn't need to shout for his speech.
"Okay..." Tyler cleared his throat. "I just wanna say thank you... thank you so much for making this concert possible yet again. This has been another great experience with you guys, y'all are the best people I've ever had and I wouldn't trade you guys for anything or anyone. Thank you for always believing in me and helping me out. I love you guys!"
Everyone in the room were touched by Tyler's speech. Tyler have always been so nice to everyone and he always made sure that he acknowledged them.
"Way to ruin the moment sweetheart, you just made me cry." Sandra sniffed a tear and she walked to Tyler for an embrace. She always gets so emotional whenever Tyler does something good or when he says something touchy. So far, Sandra has been the only manager that Tyler had witnessed to cry to almost everything. Sandra has been with him from the very beginning. Through his ups and downs. Sandra has been more than a manager to him, she was like his second mother. And for Sandra, Tyler was like the son he never had.
"You're the man, Tyler Wolfe!" And with that, they popped bottles of wines and celebrated for the rest of the night.
Tyler knew his return to New York would be more tiring. He was already thinking of the things that Sandra had lined up for him to do, but it was a part of his job and complaining wasn't a part of it. He was a singer, a profession he never thought he could be. He finally made in the lime light but the word famous was an overstatement for him. He never used the word famous to describe him, he would rather use blessed. He knew fame was only temporary and not everyone was given this kind of opportunity so he was up to enjoy it while it lasts.
Tyler had been in the industry for three years now and he knew that he was doing a pretty good job as everyone confirms it every day. He was still at awe as he realized that he had done great things and had everything he wanted.
Okay, to start it out, he has a large fan base in the U.S and other places around the world, he had already modelled for a couple of famous clothing lines including Calvin Klein, Guess and many more. He has a lot of endorsement campaigns. He already owns a car and already has his very own house which sits on one of the famous streets of New York City and money wasn't a problem to him though. It was breath taking for him and until now, he still can't believe his luck.
He's very thankful and he won't be living the luxury life without his parents, Peter and Cynthia Wolfe. They took him under their wings and gave him all the love and everything. They've been so nice and loving. He was their only child—Only adopted child per say.
"Tyler, it's so good to see you again." Their family driver—Greg, greeted him as he reached for Tyler's suitcases and shoved them into the trunk.
"Yeah, it's good to see you too, Greg." Tyler said and gave him a tap on the old man's broad shoulder. "How's everything going back home?"
Greg waves a hand trying to get the right word. "Oh, the usual, your parents have been busy."
They've always been so busy.
"Now let's get you home before the people here go nuts if they see you and we might not make it out alive." Greg winked. Tyler smiled at him and finally jumped in the passenger seat.
Everyone was aware that he was an adopted child. Peter and Cyntia adopted him, took him away from the orphanage and flew to New York to start a new life. The Wolfes were filthy rich. They owned several cars, and lots of properties around New York and even outside of the city, they have large business sites and they even have their own resort and yacht. It's crazy! Tyler used to think.
"Do you want some music on?" Before Tyler can answer, Greg already turned on the player and an old Elvis Presley song came on. Tyler wasn't even surprised anymore. Greg loved Presley songs. One time when Tyler was out of the country, he managed to buy the old man an old plate of Elvis which really cost him thousands of dollars but he didn't care, Greg had been awfully nice to him.
Tyler tried to ignore the music and Greg's humming and stared out the window to see the towering buildings and cars that they passed by.
Peter and Cynthia Wolfe had been honest with Tyler about their past and that includes their son. Their only real son named, Trevor. He was the same age as Tyler, only more stubborn. They lost him after they have been involved in a wreck.
The Wolfes were going for a vacation that day and it was a perfect time for them. Laughter could be heard and their smiles were priceless until Peter felt something wrong, it was their car, Peter tried to keep the control but it didn't go well, the car went completely out of control until he heard Cynthia scream in anguish and Trevor started crying and then with a split second they hit another car, so hard that they stumbled across the street like a thrown toy. Peter hadn't realized the damage until he stirred to look at the woman beside him with a pounding head and his eyes saw her soaked with blood and his son, was thrown off the street unconscious in his own pool of blood. They were rushed to the hospital, Cynthia and Peter had survived but unfortunately, Trevor didn't make it.
They mourned over the years. They tried several times to have a child again but Cynthia can no longer bear to have one after the accident. It took them years before they had finally thought of adoption.
Tyler blinked his eyes as he remembered something that Cynthia once said to him.
You look exactly like Trevor.
That time, he was confused of what to think about it. Was it a good thing that he looked like him? Did they only adopt him because he was a good fit to their late son? He once had the thought that he was named Tyler because it was as close as saying Trevor. But Cynthia assured him that it was because it resembled his nickname, TJ.
If Trevor hadn't died, I would be nothing. Tyler thought. A complete nobody.
The song on the player switched to a mellow song that he didn't know who sang it. He felt his eyelids getting heavier and Tyler let them close. He drifted to sleep.
It was quiet and pitch black until he saw a figure of a little girl wearing a rugged dress and was holding a toy—a teddy bear. Her long brown hair hung loosely on her little shoulders and when she looked up to him, he saw her eyes... They were the most beautiful and the greenest he had ever seen, and for a moment there he knew exactly who she was...
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Teen Fiction"What if we don't see each other again?" "Then I'll find you. We'll see each other again, I promise." But neither of them knew how. They are just two innocent children who knew nothing about the world they're about to face....
