It is spring already. The wind is not too cool nor too warm and the flowers are already blooming. This is my favorite season in Manhattans, my hometown, for it is a perfect time to walk and unwind.
As reckless as it can be, like my manager and personal assistant would say I still risked being exposed by running away from everyone. All to take a walk in one of the most crowded places in Manhattans where major commercial infrastructure, entertainment building, and tourist places lays. The Time Square.
I stop on my track as I saw my reflection at one of the diner’s glass window. Wearing a black Gatsby and shades while my cinnamon hair is cascading to the side of my face intending to hide my identity while I wear a cider wrap coat partnered with walnut knee high boots.
The clock seems to slows down as I look around me and see a couple holding hands, a mother carrying a baby, a father with his son on his shoulders and a family happily eating inside a diner. All of them are full of happiness as manifested by the smiles on their lips and sparks on their eyes and most importantly they do not have the need to hide from the crowd.
A tear flows down from my eyes into my cheeks as I realized how this common people be able to have something I lost years ago despite the fact that my bank accounts are fuller than their and my popularity is much more higher than anyone.
Years ago I dreamed to push through everything to reach what I desire with the help of my passion in song writing and singing. I fight with destiny and cheated my way in to be where I stand today. My passion keeps me moving but the crowd which I once seen as my wings became my chain and the spotlight on the stage that once made me fly became my prison. All this changes happens the moment the passion that burns through my veins subdue until I lost my soul which gives sound to my music.
I am Diane Jones or internationally known as D’Jones a popular songwriter and singer and this is the price I must pay to be where I am today. A price which I sometimes ask if it was worth all the fight and cheating I have made. I have hurt someone before and I planned to pay what I owe.
I was brought back by the nonstop vibration of my phone from my coat pocket which I have the greatest urge to turn off, if it is not for those people who has been supporting and fighting with me through out my journey in this entertainment industry.
I took a deep breath and swipe my tears aways before I grab my phone and answer my manager’s call.
“What the hell where you thinking Diane, running away from your bodyguards? And in the middle of your Music Video shooting! How stupid can you be?” I remained a stoic face as I slightly pulled my phone away from my ear to save myself from being a deaf.
“I need a time off Rose. If you have been nice enough to have given me what I want before, then we would not be in this situation. Now, won’t we?” I answered back at her. I am known as cold hearted person but my talents keeps me afloat in this industry. A talent that seems to fade together with my passion. And that is the reason as to why I need a rest for a while. Being a stone is an attitude one must learn if you are to be an artist, because together with fame is scandals, rumors and bashful words. Thus, one must have a strong heart.
“Listen Diane, your life is not yours alone. Your actions does not affect you alone. All the staffs needs to reschedule all their prior events became affected by your selfish action! So get your ass in here right now or I....” Rose runts instantly became mute into my ears as a familiar voice reached my ears.
“Now that you’re out of my life, I’m so much better
You thought that I’d be weak without you, but I’m stronger
You thought that I’d be broke without you, but I’m richer
You thought that I’d be sad without you, I laugh harder...”
I turned off the call and placed it back to my pocket as I walk closer to where I hear the one who is singing. I was stoned to my placed as I see a blonde street singer with hazel eyes that I could never forget standing across the road wearing a black leather jacket with white v-neck shirt underneath it and paired with an ice wash jeans.
My breathing became uneven while my hands is slightly trembling. There across the road is the man whom I owe my life today. The man I have hurt, and the man whom my heart still beats for.
With a shaking hands, I tried to calm myself as I took my phone and take a picture of him. He became more handsome and muscular since secondary level while his voice became more captivating like his eyes.
I close my eyes and turned away with a heavy heart. When I was able to calm myself, I took out my phone and called Rose.
“The nerve you have, turning my call offed Diane. Where are you?!” This is her furious answer from my call which I give no attention to.
“I send you a picture his name is Aidan Smith. If you want me to take all my schedule seriously I want him as my partner to help me have an inspiration before my comeback concert.” I answered back. I am serious when I say I would pay him back with everything I can.
“What is this ridiculous game you are playing now Diane?” Rose cautiously asked me.
“Do me this favor Rose. He might just be an answer to bring back what I lost years ago. Myself.” I said in a low and calmed voice that if anyone knows me well like Rose she would know that I am begging and in serious need.
I heard her took a deep breath from the other side of the phone before she answered back. “Get your ass back in here and I’ll look for a way" her answer made a smile form into my lips.
“I am on my way” I answered back before turning off the call and walk towards the place where I parked my car.
