Jason checked my microphone for the last time when a booming voice blasted through the speakers backstage and I started getting ready for the night.
“Alright, let’s welcome Hayden Summers with her last song for the night, Someone’s watching over me.” The host, Danson shouted into the microphone as I walked up the stage confidently, a bright smile tugging on my cheeks. Tonight was the last of my debut tour, First, which was decided upon after just 6 months of releasing my very first album, Beginning.
I gave a small wave to the crowd and smiled widely when a sign board that read, ‘Summers, We Love You.’ Came into my sight. The lights began to dim and the spotlights around the stage started to flash around, casting a glow on me and the crowd down below.
The song’s first chords began to play, as the sounds of the guitar and the drums engulf me. I was doing what I had always wanted to do most. This, is my life, I thought, staring at the thousands of people down below cheering wildly. It is my dream, and I’ve finally had the chance to live it. Closing my eyes, I started singing while the cheering ceased and the hall lapsed into silence with only the melodies of the song and their own breathing.
Found myself today
Oh I found myself and ran away
Something pulled me back
The voice of reason I forgot I had
All I know is you're not here to say
What you always used to say
But it's written in the sky tonight
Ever so slowly, I opened my eyes and smiled to the cheering crowd below and sang the chorus.
So I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
Someone's watching over me
Seen that ray of light
And it's shining on my destiny
Shining all the time
And I wont be afraid
To follow everywhere it's taking me
All I know is yesterday is gone
And right now I belong
To this moment to my dreams
So I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
Someone's watching over me
It doesn't matter what people say
And it doesn't matter how long it takes
Believe in yourself and you'll fly high
And it only matters how true you are
Be true to yourself and follow your heart
So I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
That I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even when it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
That someone's watching over
Someone's watching over
Someone's watching over me
Someone's watching over me
The song ended as I smiled widely and waved frantically at the crowd. They were in uproar. Cheering, shouting and screaming blasted out and bounced out towards the surroundings as I gave a bow and the host of the concert walked up the stage and shook my hands.
“Let’s give it up again for, Hayden Summers!” the host shouted as the crowd lapsed into cheers and whistles once again while I just smiled widely and waved again.
“So, Hayden, we hear that you’ve just finished with your debut album and your debut tour, First. So what’re your plans for now?” the host asked.
“Well, I’m going to take a little time out for myself, my mom and sis, Renée before I start the recording for my second album and the filming of other shows I am signed up for. So stay tuned.” I replied, and felt the heat of the excitement of the concert and the lights on the stage slowly overtake me.
“Ahhh, seem like Hayden here has many things in store for us. So, Hayden fans, take note of the future appearances by this Rockstar here. Alright, that’s all for Hayden Summers First, tour, goodnight everyone.”
I gave a last wave and hurried to the backstage where I was caught up by hugs from everyone. My hairstylist, make up artist and closet coordinator (?) went up to give me the tightest hugs I could ever get and whispered words of congratulations in my ears. Even though I was the newest singer in the company, I was never one to boast or be proud of because I was famous. It was mere luck that I was chosen among many others to live out my dream.
Smiling, I hugged them all and muttered ‘Thanks’ to them before walking over to my agent, Demi. Demi had been with me ever since I started my career nearly a year ago and was now my best friend. Each time I faced a problem or was discouraged by negative comments from the press and others, Demi was always there for me, and never failed to make me better, since my mother and sister hadn’t moved over to California yet.
“You were really rocking it, hun.” Demi said and gave me a hug, in which I returned gratefully.
“Thanks Dem, where’s mom and Ren?” I looked around for my mother and my seven year old sister.
“They’re backstage in the dressing room. C’mon now,” Demi said and pulled me into the hallway to the dressing room, “they’re waiting for you.”
Smiling, I pushed open the door and was greeted by a squeaking pink bundle.
“Dee!” my sister, Renée, squealed and wrapped her small arms around my waist. “That was very good. You’re a good singer, sissy.”
I laughed and brought the small figure up and propped her up my legs. “Thanks, Ren. So are you ready? I can take time for a holiday now.” Renée’s eyes widen in excitement, causing me to laugh out again at her cute reactions. This was the reason why I loved Renée this much; she never failed to make me laugh unintentionally with her actions and words.
“Yay! Holiday! Momma! We’re going on a holiday!” my mother, Zora, walked up to her and gave us a tight hug and a peck on the forehead. Ever since my dad’s death four years ago, my mother, me and Renée had always depended on each other and were now closer than before.
“Yes, darling, we’re going on a holiday.” she took Renée and allowed me to flump down onto one of the couches for a rest.
“Mom, can we ask Teri along? Her whole family’s moving over here now. And we can ask her along since we still haven’t really explored the whole California.” I asked, remembering Teri, my best friend from New Jersey. She was going to move over to California after her dad managed to find a job here at Hollywood Records, the label company I was signed under.
“Sure, honey.” she said and went out to check if my tour bus was here while I flipped through the magazine that was lying on the table and landed on a page where the face of my own stared back at me.
This is me. This is my life. This is everything I wanted. I thought and smiled in contentment that my dream was indeed coming true. Little did I know that there was going to be something much better for me than living out my dream.
