allowing the sound waves from the band’s instruments to bury themselves deep into my chest. Into my vocal cords.
Making itself at home inside of me.
All of our lyrics were written by me, and each song reflected some part of my life in one way or another. These weren’t just words to me. They were my entire existence. The emotions bled off my voice. Journey right there with me, and this was only our rehearsal.
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