I stare out at the trees from the screened-in porch of this little cabin. The sound of the breeze pushing through the trees and the calls of the birds are a constant soundtrack. This is the music that you can't hear in the city. No blaring noises, just the meditative sounds of nature.
I haven't had the chance to escape from my public life and persona in such a long time. Escape being the key term. See, I've run away. Asking for time off didn't work. Begging for a break didn't work. They kept saying that I had obligations. Obligations to the fans, the record company, and God knows who all else.
But I'm tired. They left me with no alternative. They won't be able to find me either. No one knows about this place. It was bought under another name for me. Bought for the express purpose of escaping from that life I've been living.
I love to sing, and I love music. I know when this all started I was having a great time. Things changed though. Maybe me becoming this sexy superstar was their plan all along. I had no idea that I would have to become a sex symbol, wearing those clothes, constantly posing for cameras, all with the perfect boyfriend. None of it's about me. It's all about fulfilling an image which is set up to please everyone else.
Inside I still hold the knowledge of why I wanted to do this. I don't know why I continued to go along with it. Time goes by so quickly, and before you know it you spent several years of your life playing a role that's you, but not really you.
I don't need it, I don't have to be that person anymore. I have more money that most people my age will ever see and more than enough to live on without lifting a finger for the rest of my life. I have some really great, true friends that I know will continue to love and support me.
Most importantly, I have the love of my life. This love has helped me to see what it is I want out of my life. That it's not too late to be happy again.
My lover's sleepy sigh pulls me from my thoughts. I snuggle back further into her arms as we lay on the sofa out on our porch. Her breath stirs the hair which has slipped from my ponytail to hang over my ear. Her arms are wrapped around my waist, our fingers twined together on my stomach. Matching rings adorn our fingers, evidence of our love and commitment to one another.
"Love you." she mumbles sleepily.
"I love you." I whisper back as I drift off in her arms.
I'm perfectly content to fade away from public view if I get to spend that time with her.
The End.