Dakota’s P.O.V.
I belong up here on this stage. It gives me a natural high. I can’t believe that not so long ago, I was freaking out because I got sweet-talked in performing at a karaoke contest. This night has been surreal, though. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when my eyes locked on to Shea at the bar. I had convinced myself she never wanted to see me again. The moment I saw her there, and she waved, I couldn’t help but smile. I’ve missed her, but I can’t tell anyone why.
She was the whole reason for my self-destruction of late. I let my depression come creeping back. I’ve been trying to work my way back out by cutting my drinking back and throwing myself into my music to help take my mind off her. Music is the best therapy I could have. It lets me express myself better t
