Hope
The moment she walks on stage, the crowd erupts. A part of me wishes I was just here to enjoy her music. I really do love her songs, and she’s singing two of my favorites in her set.
While she’s on stage, I mouth the words along with her, bouncing to the music, while still watching the crowd and sniffing the air. During her fifteen minutes on stage, I make contact with Matthew three times, shaking my head that I don’t smell the stalker.
When she walks off the stage, her fans are screaming for her.
“Erika, I love you!”
“Erika, marry me!”
“All good,” she says, walking up to me and pulling me into a hug. “Thank you for being here. I felt safer with you here,” she says.
“I’ll keep you safe,” I say.
“Duh, I just said that,” she says, grinning at me.
As we walk back, she looks at m
