48 parts Complete The stage used to be a place that felt like home. It's where I thought I would always belong.
But that was then.
Before my confidence was stripped so publicly away from me.
After singing on a chart-topping dance track and appearing in its video, I had stupidly laid myself bare to the cruel and judgemental world.
People didn't hear my voice, they only saw my weight.
I was big, but my voice was so much bigger.
Trolled. Trashed. Ridiculed.
I vowed never again to do that to myself.
Never, would I stand on a stage.
Never, would I sing in public.
Years later, I lost some weight...but never really found my confidence.
So when Doug DiCarto contacts me about the possibility of working with him, I am floored.
He is a big name British DJ and dance music producer.
He is admired.
He is cool.
A genius on the decks.
He has a reputation for banging out the coolest of tunes almost as often as he bangs his women.
Which is why I think I will have to say no.
I just have to, right?
Doug DiCarto and his high-profile world, could put me right back to that lonely, cruel and public place that I was four years ago.
I can't do that to myself.
As flattered as I am, I just don't think I can put myself through that all over again.
My singing voice is mine.
Never will it be the worlds.
Never will it be his.
aTRACKion
Published by K B Mallion
Copyright © 2018 K B Mallion
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