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They all chuckle while I giggle, "I think we’ve attracted enough attention."

"I think you’re right." Jax laughs.

We finish by checking out, getting compliments on the way out and laughs from the store attendants. And of course, the googly eyes from the ladies, thinking it’s quite funny actually; I’m not the jealous type, unless you touch. You touch you die bitch.

Finally getting in the car from our late night shenanigans, we head home. It was good time, I needed this, and I think the guys did too.

They have a big game for the three of them. Their first pro game. We all are under a bit of pressure here, and we’ve all stuck together, and not taken it out on each other. I think it’s great that these guys can keep up with my energy, I mean Koda is used to my shit, Sully in a way too, Jax too, but not as much.

As the guys carry everything in, I start putting it all away in the designated places. Finishing it as I grab a beer from the fridge, the three bags of popcorn from the microwave, and join them all on the couch. I throw Sully a bag, Koda a bag, and sit next to Jax, handing him his bag.

"Where’s yours?" Jax asks me.

"I don’t want any." I tell him as I sit next to him and lay my head on his thigh, curling up on the couch beside him.

Of course, there wouldn’t be anything on this TV other than a game of hockey. Which is fine, I enjoy watching the game with them, hearing their roars when there’s bull shit calls or goals. But all my mind can think about is my performance tomorrow.

I should be on my silks, practicing, but I know I need to rest. I’ve been working hard; I need to rest.

My body might get it, but my mind isn’t going to.

Show Time

Macie

This day has been a non-stop go, go, go.

Waking up early this morning, not really getting any sleep at all. My mind raced all night.

I won’t see Jax until after the show tonight. And as I sit here in my dressing room, well, pacing the floor, when I should be catching my breath, I can’t.

I think I’m out of my league here.

This is a huge performance, hundreds of live attendants and thousands of streaming attendants. I’m not doubting my skills, I know what I’m capable of. This is just live music. Routines are choreographed in timing, if she is off, I will be off, vice versa.

A rehearsal about four hours ago now went smooth and has calmed some nerves. But as the clock ticks on the wall getting closer and closer to the time I go on, those nerves creep their way back in.

And now, with only 20 minutes to go before my whole world could change. I pick up my phone and text Jax, needing to get my mind off this.

Are you enjoying the show so far?

So, what I am doing tonight, now that it is show time; This concert is a charity event, multiple cover singers and dancers performing. All proceeds will be donated to help women and men in abusive relationships. In a way, this event speaks to me.

No, I may not have been beaten, physically abused. But what Corey did to me was mental abuse, that led me down a very hard, and ugly path. I owe it to myself with everything I have gone through, to get through this night, and give it everything I have.

My phone vibrates, Jax replying back.

Honestly, I just got here.

WHAT?

What the fuck. Where has he been, I thought he was here. No, I haven’t talked to him since earlier today, more like this morning, but I’ve been too busy.

I’m sorry, issues at practice, I’m here, and you have a lot of familiar fans out here.

I swallow hard with that; thanks Jax, set those nerves a little higher.

Crazy isn’t it.

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