Page 93 of Forever and Ever

But touring almost always guarantees the end of a relationship. So even if Noah would want to try and make long distance work, we both know what life on the road is really like. I’m not delusional enough to think there aren’t constant distractions.

Ones I’ve kept myself busy with for almost a year now.

And so has he.

Noah might say he loves me now, but after enough time and enough distance, even his commitment would be tested.

I’m fucking pathetic. I don’t get insecure over guys. The fact that he even has me thinking this is the reason I’ve avoided relationships up until now. What has love done to me?

If that’s what it is.

“You ready?” Adrian asks.

I look up, realizing I’ve been zoning out, and see Adrian sitting at the sound board messing with the controls.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Noah tips his head then and looks at me through the glass. I try to smile, but it feels forced and he doesn’t return it.

Someone finally has the power to drain the light from Mr. Sunshine. And it is me.

I flip open my notebook to the page I’m working on. The Road Home is a song I’ve all but re-written over the past few weeks, and I finally have it to where I want it.

Unlike the majority of the others, this one is more of a ballad, which I don’t often write. But Adrian liked how Fairytale showed off my softer side and thought The Road Home should be slowed down as well.

It’s an opportunity to show off the range of my voice, and after adjusting the lyrics and changing it up, it’s strangely fitting.

Taking a final sip of tea, I put the headphones on my head and take a deep breath.

This is it. One final song to find life in. After this, things could change in so many different ways.

The beat starts up in my headphones, so I close my eyes and start to sing.

“The girl in the mirror saw someone

A dream she was waiting to become

Someone tell her she can be

Even after everything

The vision she was waiting on for so long

Mama hold her tight

Forgive the girl for breaking in the middle of the night

Tell her something, tell her anything

Tell her love can still exist

Follow the yellow brick road

Even when the path gets dark and bleak

Follow the yellow brick road

No matter where it starts to lead

---