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they chose to be here, sharing this final moment of brilliance
with him. At times like this, it all seemed worth it. But as always, when he
was surrounded by the masses was exactly the time he felt most alone.
    And then
he saw her.
    Her hair was
like a flame in the bright lights. Somehow it was almost like he’d felt her
presence in the audience and suddenly, there she was. Just close to the second
row of fans surging against the barrier mere yards away.
    Her eyes were
shining with what looked like pride, and her beautiful eyes were glowing so
brightly it made his heart ache. Oh no. Fucking hell, no. I can’t, not again. I
can’t go through this again.
    Kate, watching
him intently, deep respect and admiration shining in her eyes, was so close
that if he reached out far enough, he could touch her. But he knew his security
would never let him take the risk of leaning so far out in the crowd in the
event that he could actually get ripped to pieces by the frenzied fans.
    Only with his
eyes he touched her, and her look twinkled like stars across to him even as she
was jostled by the heaving mass around her. Part of him worried for her safety,
that she might get crushed by the heedless surge. The other part of him was
just happy she was there, sharing in this golden moment that signified just how
far he had come.
    Just as it
should be… Just like he’d wanted it even back then when he was nothing more
than a struggling artist, and he dreamed that when the time came, Kate would be
right by his side, rooting him on, his greatest supporter, his biggest fan.
    Once again
there was the fading of sound but this time it was all in his head as he closed
his eyes for a moment. Lost in the screams that grew louder and louder…though
all he could hear was the buzzing in his ears as he allowed the truth to take
hold of him. Many things may have changed but one thing would remain the same.
And it was all because of that red-haired beauty whose face he could pick out
from a million others in a vast sea of strangers.
    The show was
over. Deafening sound filled the air as Gage dropped the microphone to his side
before he backed off the stage to roaring applause. A dark swirl cast through
Gage’s mind and he wasn’t aware he was swaying on his feet till the security
guards grabbed at him to hold him up. But a moment later he was waving them away,
growling that he was fine.
    Although the
concert was over he knew there would still be other duties including meet &
greets, backstage interviews and fan photo sessions.
    Gage gritted
his teeth, knowing that he should be grateful for all that he had been given, but
tonight he was anxious to be alone with Kate…to touch her…to taste her…to
celebrate with her.
    The
endorphins were pumping through his system but for once it wasn’t all from the
music or the performance. He suspected there was one particular stimulant that
was assured to always get him going and he hoped to hell he could see her soon
before withdrawal symptoms set in.
    Kate.
She’d become his drug of choice.
    For the past
several weeks she’d let him have his way with her and he thought about how she must
have felt, with the world she was now living in revolving around him. Her
feelings, her wishes, her thoughts – none of that had mattered for the
last couple of weeks and now with the tour finally over and the pressure off,
he was able to take a step back and soak it all in.
    He needed
to talk to her, and he needed to talk to her now.
    There was the
torrent of congratulatory praise buzzing around him, handlers padding him on
the back, managers, stage crew, bodyguards, and his band members all crowded his
space, shouting and roaring with laughter. It was at times like this that Gage
wished he could turn it off, shut it down when it got too much but he knew that
he couldn’t.
    It’s all
part of the job. He remembered his agent warning him that it wouldn’t always
be easy but that he had to understand his life was no longer his