I sang like it was my last show.
I sang like it was her and me, alone back home.
I sang to her.
For her.
I sang with my heart and soul.
I hadn’t seen her dance since she was in pigtails, wearing puffy dresses. I was held captive by her beauty. She was fuckin’ stunning, taking my breath away with each movement of her tantalizing body.
I got lost in her...
While she got lost in me too.
<>Journey<>
Today I witnessed a beautiful thing. I saw Cash do what he was put on God’s earth for, and this was merely the rehearsal.
I watched the way his hair blew in the wind, framing his defined face and intense stare that was solely narrowed in on me.
I watched the way his solid, muscular chest heaved up and down, mirroring mine as if they were in sync with one another.
I watched the way he looked at me. No one ever looked at me like he did. I had it engrained in my mind, a memory and piece of him I took with me wherever I went.
I watched my world become whole again. Seeing him on stage, in his element ... it was everything I pictured it to be. Words failed me, but my emotions ran free.
The way he sang.
The way he played his guitar exactly the way he used to just for me.
The way he captivated every last sentiment streaming from my body.
Cash affected my mind, my heart, my soul.
His God given talent.
I could touch it.
Feel it.
Taste it.
It enveloped me. Devoured me. Adored me.
And I never wanted to let it go.
I never wanted to let him go.
My heart fluttered, and my stomach dropped with each lyric he sang. Belting them out with everything inside of him. I tried not to get emotional on the ride he was taking me on, but it was difficult not to. Seeing him on stage was Heaven on Earth. It was his life and how I was always meant to fit in it. How we always fit together.
The missing puzzle piece found.
I closed my eyes just for a second, too consumed with the way he was making me feel. What was right in front of my eyes. Bared by the guy who always felt like mine.
Living in the moment with him was the only place I wanted to be. How he looked at me, how he spoke to me, how he listened. Every smile, every laugh, every word that descended from Cash’s lips meant something.
Especially in his music.
It didn’t matter how big or small.
It was there.
Etching its way into my heart where no one could ever touch it. I wouldn’t let them. It was his.
Forever his.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch. He grabbed my hand wherever we went, like he knew he was radiating adrenaline and wanted me to feel what he was. We went from rehearsal, back to his trailer where he got ready for the night’s show, and then to meet his fans who had paid a lot of money just to be in his presence. I let him focus on his routine as I watched in amazement. Getting high off his addicting energy.
I’d been to a few meet and greets with bands before, but this was so much more. Typically, they were all set up the same way. Stand in line, take a picture, get escorted out. You were lucky to get the band to sign something for you. Words weren’t exchanged, and it was impersonal and quick.
Life of Debauchery was completely different.
It was in a trailer where each fan had one-on-one time with the band. Their fans ranged from teenagers to middle-aged adults, both men and women. To see a person literally burst into tears meeting their idol was a memory I’d never forget.
I stayed on the sidelines and allowed them to do their thing. Still experiencing firsthand the love they had for their fans. They asked them questions, genuinely wanting to know the answers. Making them feel like they were family, and not just a stranger who made them all their money.
It was an endearing sight to see.
The appreciation and adoration they had for their fan base was blatantly obvious to any outsider looking in. I felt honored they permitted me to be there with them. It was a very personal experience. They signed anywhere from one to five items a fan would hand them, took pictures and videos for people’s social media, and handed out free merch and swag. I’d never seen anything like it before.
When it came time to hit the forum, I walked with Dave to the side stage, watching them on the big screen with fifty thousand people in attendance. Their camera crew filmed their entire entrance. The minute they stepped out of their trailers, they were being recorded so the audience could feel like they were part of the process.
Each detail of their performance catered to the crowd.
I sang.
I danced.
I almost shit myself...
When I heard Cash say my name into the microphone, “You guys wanna meet my Junie?”
The arena lost theirs as well. Hooting and hollering, whistling up a storm.
Cash spun around, staring right at me as I fervently shook my head.
“Oh, come on, Junie. They wanna meet you.”
“Junie! Junie! Junie!” his bandmates chanted, instructing the crowd to do the same.
Cash grinned, feeling all proud of himself.
“Darlin’, either you come out here, or I’m gonna come get you.”
My eyes widened, panicking.
He wouldn’t.
He did.
I was frozen to the spot I was standing. I couldn’t get my feet to move. It was as if my legs decided to stop working. Cash didn’t miss a beat. Leaning forward, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me out onto the stage.
The crowd went fucking wild.
Once again, I’d never seen anything like it before.
“Meet my June,” he professed, loud and clear for all to hear.
My mind was blank.
My heart was racing.
It all happened so fast.
I blinked and was suddenly standing in front of fifty thousand people, screaming my name.
“Junie! Junie! Junie!”
Cash whispered in my ear, “I promised you I’d show you my world.”
I didn’t speak, I couldn’t get my lips to move.
“And now, everyone is gonna know what you mean to me too.”
Grabbing me from the nook of my neck, he tugged me toward him. Laying a big, plump kiss on my lips.
This kiss wasn’t for me.
It was for them.
Cash was laying his claim.
On me.
For everyone to see.
Exactly how he promised me.
This could only be described as the peak...
Of our love story.
Dear Diary,
Once upon a time...
There was a little girl who had a crush on the boy from down the street. His hair was long, and his eyes were as hazel as the sun was bright. Singing music to her heart was what started their friendship.
She danced and danced and danced some more.
He never once told her to stop.
He never once called her a child.
He never once made her feel like he wasn’t hers to follow.
Together they were unstoppable. From here to Kingdom Come, she’d follow him to the depths of the sea just to be with him. The longer they were together, the more she got to see the glimmer in his gaze.
Day by day, his once dilated, hazy, glossy eyes turned into the most stunning sight.
White.
Serene.
Crystal clear.
The boy she remembered. The one she came for turned into the guy of her dreams.
Because her Prince Charming was finally sober, and oh what a perfect life they lived.