Emma
Everyone is looking at us, and I hear my pulse on my forehead. I am not sure whether it’s because I am nervous, or because I am still thinking about what just happened or because…
It was thrilling.
Mia is smiling at me, the bright lights from the stage lighting up her entire face as she looks as stunning and pretty as ever. She belongs here to the stage and to what she does. But what about me?
Where do I belong? Can I do what I want? And what do I want? Again, I remember James, what I told him about me and that I want to work.
“Emma?” Mia mouths my name, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, “ I nod and turn back to the crowd, “I am fine. “
The people in the audience clap and call her name, and I hear someone asking about me.
Mia is done with her concert so we get off the stage but she sp
