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I looked around the roaring arena, at all the faces gazing back at me, and a painfully large smile spread across my face. At that moment my life felt flawless. I heard our manager yelling from the side of the stage for me to exit the stage. I thought to myself just a little more. I felt so invincible, nothing could ever be so right in my life. I heard the tone change in my manager's voice as he yelled again, he was definitely growing impatient; I hurried off the stage and joined my band in our dressing room. We had a flight to catch that night to Japan so I quickly changed out of my sweaty clothes and packed up what I wanted to take on the plane with me. When I stepped outside of the venue I was met with blinding flash bulbs and screaming fans racing toward me. I hated knowing that I couldn't stay and meet each one of these people who support what our band does. I spotted the plain white van waiting for us on the street and I quickly jumped inside of it to the disappointment of all those left outside with unsigned merchandise. I couldn't bear to look at their faces overflowing with let down so I closed my eyes and let out a long exhale as I rested my head against the cold window. I was exhausted, but the thought of being in Japan at this time tomorrow was enough to keep me from nodding off on the way to another nameless airport. Although I must have appeared to be sleeping because no one bothered me the whole van ride. Just as we arrived I was startled by a vibration on my thigh, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I didn't
recognize the number on the screen so I just stared at the device until the voicemail notification sounded.
"C'mon man," said my band mate Sam.
I pushed the cell phone back into my pocket and got out of the van with the other guys. As I walked through the airport with my band I tried to ignore the stares and second glances. It felt like I was that really tempting candy bar at the check out...
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