She always said she’d never give up chasing.
Such a sadness in her eyes. But she has it all now. It’s been her dream for as far back as she can remember. She chased and she finally found the fame she was looking for.
The crowd cheers as she walks on the stage. She knows why they cheer because she looks beautiful and she sounds beautiful. I watch her and she seems happy.
I’m not the only one who thinks this. But there are a few of us who think, that she is an Angel, in one way or another. Her music, at least, is inspired by the divine, touching our souls
At the end of the show, she goes home. And then her loneliness sets in.
Yesterday she said she wouldn’t. But her hand reaches for it anyway. And she drinks to oblivion.
Tomorrow she flies out to Europe. She’ll hear the crowds calling her name. She’ll see many weeping. And then there’ll be me. I have tickets for every show and I’ll watch her hoping she will notice me. After all, she must know me – the man who wants to marry her – by now. I’ve never missed a show, nor an appearance. And I’ve always been there.
I know she’s wasted tonight. She’s Trying to forget. My dream is to hold her. And to love her.
I need to get to sleep now. I have a busy month ahead. So I say the silent prayer I always do every night before I drift off to sleep:
“Please God, I’ve asked so many times…Please…. Please help her notice me”
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