Saviour. 》 g.d.

21; That means confrontation

Two months later

I was actually quite nervous.

Although I had been rehearsing this particular song for a whole month now, I was still very nervous. I was all alone, just me and my guitar. In front of a huge, HUGE crowd of posh and superficial rich people. I could really fuck this up, bloody hell. And it wouldn't just be disastrous for me, but even more for my parents.

Awesome.

The person hosting tonight was announcing my 'act', and it only fired up more nerves within me. I jumped up and down a few times, trying to shake everything off and just live in the moment. Just enjoy it. I was singing to my parents on their 25-year anniversary. It felt weird and unusual, as I had never had such a great bond with my mother, but things had really cleared up between us these past two months. She'd changed... Everyone had started to cut me some slack and accept that I didn't want to be involved with the family business for the rest of my life.

Well, I hadn't told them the exact words yet... but we were getting there. It was like everyone had started to realize it, passively.

Yeah, my family had really welcomed me back home. My siblings were extremely happy to see me, but then I'd always had a great bond with them. My father was quite distant, which he'd always been, but I could visibly see the relief on his face as we saw each other on my day of arrival. Our personal driver had come to pick my mother and I up at the airport and drive us to our house.. and as we walked into the entrance hall, everyone stood there, ready to receive us and hug us.. particularly me. It was morning when we arrived, around 9 o'clock, so they had a big breakfast set up inside the pergola. We all ate together, caught up on what had happened to me and what had happened over here in Australia.

As beautiful as that first day back was, I noticed how everyone seemed shocked to see me at first. I was still super boney, and I looked slightly sick I guess. I hadn't one hundred percent recovered from everything yet, so obviously it was quite frightening to see their own sibling/daughter like that. 

The story was terrifying enough on it's own, but then seeing your own family member like that.. It just made the story more true, and reminded you of how fresh it was. 

So we shed some tears, shared some meaningful moments together, I got scolded at lightly by my parents, but above all we ate breakfast as a family.. something I didn't know I'd missed.

I could honestly say it felt good to be home. I had gained healthy weight, put on a nice tan and relaxed around the resort for a few weeks before I'd started to help out. I'd kept contact with the twins as well, we had a group chat where we talked on the daily. We facetimed regularly, filled each other in on what was going on. We still had a great relationship, and overall life was really going uphill for me. I'd taken up kick boxing as a hobby too, feeling the stronge need to learn some self-defense. I had private lessons a few times a week, and they were paying off already. Your physical health had an unmistakeable connection to your mental health, I could say that much..

Anyways, that brought me back to the present moment. I was walking onto the stage, hoisting my guitar over my head as everyone clapped for my arrival. I walked up to the microphone and briefly announced the song I would be singing and the reason behind it. I eyed my friends quickly, who were holding up a phone and grinning like crazies. I smiled to myself and redirected my attention to my guitar. I began to strum my favorite Elvis Presley song, 'Can't Help Falling In Love'. It was a super simple song to play on the guitar, but that way it had a really chill and romantic vibe about it.

I didn't do the full version, as it was quite a slow song and people might get tired of it halfway through. I'd made my own version to keep people hooked long enough.