We are certainly taking the party well into the early hours.

John, Ted and Tony, who all co-own Revival, have put on a party just for Doug at one of their villa's in Es Cubells. There's a lot of people here—DJ's, dancers, singers, promoters, booking agents and some EDM journo's as well—along with the whole DiCarto team, too.

But you know what? I'm taking it all in my stride.

In my very happy and relaxed stride.

The feedback for Hear The Chant has been utterly mind blowing. Everyone has nothing but amazing things to say about it, so I'm being carried along on the tailwind of all that complimentary praise.

"I bet you can't believe this is all happening, can you?" Both myself and Nancy are having a quiet moment standing on the rooftop terrace, looking down at where a lot of people are all socialising around an inviting oval outdoor pool.

Bringing my iced vodka and tonic up to my lips, I take a small sip of it with my smile not about to go anywhere anytime soon. "It's insane, isn't it, Nance?"

Looking up at the Mediterranean night sky, Nancy is now smiling. "Not insane...I'd use the word deserved." She turns, wanting me to look in her direction. "You were breathtaking up on that stage tonight, Frankie. I know how much courage it took for you to get up there and sing...but bloody hell, you sure sang it, hun." The pride warmly emanates from my longtime friend. "Tezzer even had to find me a tissue, it was an ugly cry moment." She admits with a girly little giggle.

Needing to hug Nancy, I enthusiastically do. "Thank you for being here tonight, Nance. Your support has meant the world to me." Moving my shoulders slightly back from our sweet embrace, I stare into the glassy green eyes of my loyal and lovely friend. "You mean the world to me. You're like the sister I never had. I love you, Tezzer loves you, my parents love you...we all love you."

Blinking back swelling tears, Nancy tilts her head with an emotional gulp. "Do you want me to ugly cry again? I'm not wearing waterproof mascara, so this could turn out really tragic for my eyes, you know?"

Now laughing, I just hold up my glass between us both. "Here's to ugly crying and friendship."

Clinking our glasses together, Nancy runs one of her hands through her short and texturised blonde hair. "I'll certainly drink to that, hun." Her fingers continue to rake themselves through her trendily cut tresses. "Do I look okay?" She suddenly asks me.

Eyeing up her entire outfit—black leather mini skirt, coupled with a red long sleeved mesh top and funkily finished with a pair of black patent shoe boots—yeah, my girl looks totally gorgeous. "Drool-worthy." Is my honestly given answer, accompanied with a playful little wink. "Why, who have you got your naughty Nancy Nelson eye on?"

Grinning, she knows that I know that there is most certainly someone here at this party that she very much has her Nancy Nelson sights on. Becoming coy all of a sudden, my shy friend is almost now squirming. "Don't you dare say anything to Doug, okay?"

Intrigued, I lean against the rooftop glass balustrade with a curious little smile. "Why?"

"Because, it's Tim."

"As in, Doug's sound engineer, Tim?"

Nancy nods, her neck almost disappearing into her shoulders. "I like him, I think he likes me, but I don't want you two trying to set us up or anything...if anything happens, I want it to happen naturally."

Understanding that, I assuringly smile across to Nance. "My lips are sealed." I pretend that I am zipping up my mouth. "If you like Tim, and you think he likes you, then why are you still up here with me?" I tease, looking down at the crowd to see whether or not I can see the man in question.

"Because I'm not sure how I should play this out, that's why."

Unable to see Tim anywhere, I turn back to face Nancy. "If you want things to happen naturally between you two, then don't be thinking about how to play things out with him."

Grimacing a little, Nancy sighs hard. "It's been a while, hun. I'm pretty crap with this dating lark. On the few occasions I have met Tim, we kind of just clicked. When we were backstage earlier on at Revival, he said he would really love to sit down over a few drinks and get to know me better."

"And yet, you're still up here with me?" I tease some more.

Slumping her shoulders, Nancy reluctantly agrees. "I know, I'm pathetic, aren't I?"

Wanting to give my friend some much-needed sassy encouragement, I gulp down what is left of my drink and hand her my empty glass. "Get your gorgeous self down there right now, you can use the 'getting a drink' excuse, then offer to get him one as well."

Looking slightly nervous, Nancy is looking at the two empty glasses in her hands and then anxiously back to me. "And he's single, right?"

"Absolutely."

"And I look okay?"

"Absolutely." I say again, this time grinning some more.

"And you think Tim is nice?"

Okay, I just need to get my friend out of here. "Yes, I absolutely do...now go!" I'm pushing her in the direction that she should be heading in.

"Just because you totally kicked ass on that stage tonight, Frankie Fenner, doesn't mean you get to be all bossy with mine." Nancy is smirking now, very much getting herself inwardly ready to see Tim—the tallish, darkish and handsome-ish sound engineer that certainly has my girl in a bit of a tizzy.

"Yeah yeah! Just go and do some flirting!" Sarcastically slips off my tongue as Nancy disappears out of sight, passing a few other partygoers as she does.

It's so much quieter up on this rooftop terrace, and I'm enjoying this moment all by myself. It's been one hell of a night. A night that I'll not forget in a very long time. With a small group of people chatting behind me, I make no attempt to join them. None of them look familiar to me, so instead, I simply smile their way before turning back around to watch what is happening beneath me down by the pool.

My eyes relaxingly roam. Right beside the pool, is Tezzer. He's confident and animated with the group that he's currently spending his time with. He has loved every single second of this weekend. He loves Ibiza and its eclectic vibe. Yet despite all of his excitement and his constant pretty boy posing for his Instagram page, he has constantly been a source of great confidence to me. In his boyish and playful way, Tezzer wanted me to get up on that stage tonight and be the singer who we both knew I could be...and I did.

Tonight, I took back the stage.

I claimed my ownership of it again.

And I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed every single breathtaking moment of it.

Inhaling a deep breath, a breath of such deep pride and inner gratification, my eyes happily fall on the man who is the reason why I am inhaling all of that pride and gratification of mine. Standing beside a whitewashed wall, is Doug. He's chatting and intermittently laughing with a few people, that again, I don't recognise. But it doesn't matter that I don't know most of the people here, because this party is in Doug's honour. The people who are here, are all here for him. And that makes me happy. I am happy. I succeeded in doing what I had to do tonight—I performed.

And Doug is being thanked for all of the amazing nights he has given to Revival. He deserves this party. He deserves all of these people being here to thank him for his musical wizardry behind the decks.

Me, I'll just thank him later for simply loving me.

For also being my pillar of strength, the pillar of strength that I needed to help me to just get up on that stage tonight.

Doug believed in me.

He believed in my voice.

That unwavering belief, clung to me when I regularly questioned it myself.

Without Doug, I wouldn't be here right now, feeling so very satisfied and so proud of myself.

"Frankie?"

My heart momentarily stops upon hearing the familiar voice coming from just behind me. "Falco?" My body warily begins to turn, totally taken aback to see a face that very much now belongs in my past. "What are you doing here?"

"I wasn't going to miss seeing the most talked about EDM collaboration for quite some time, now was I?" His head is slightly down yet his eyes are most certainly upwards on me. "You look good, Frankie...real good." His dark eyes are slowly checking me out. From head to toe and back up again, my ex now has the cheek to be actually checking me out.

"Wanted to witness the former fat singer get struck down with humiliating stage fright, did you?" Turning my back on him, my scathing sarcasm just can't contain itself. "I am sorry to have disappointed you."

Falco comes and leans himself against the glass balustrade, right in front of me. "Don't be like that, Frankie?" His thick dark brows are ruched closely together. "You were amazing up there tonight. I didn't want to watch you fall apart on that stage, I came to see you put yourself back together on it."

Okay, I wasn't expecting him to say that. Not at all. "Oh." Sceptically tumbles out of my mouth. "I really wasn't expecting a compliment from you." I freely admit.

Falco seems to relax a little in front of me, wearing just a small smile on the corners of his lips. "Accept my compliment, you deserve it...you really were amazing up there, Frankie."

For the first time since he gatecrashed my happy and quiet time all by myself, do I properly look at Falco. Although it is dark outside on the rooftop terrace, the solar party lights mean that I can still see his healthy Latino skin and his clear and bright brown eyes now that I am fully facing them. "This is weird seeing you here, seeing you here like this tonight." In no way is Falco trying to make me feel uncomfortable, he simply just does.

"I guess it is." Falco quietly admits that this really is weird. "There have been many times that I'd thought about contacting you, Frankie. Many times that I have wanted to apologise for what I did to you."

Giving him a wary sideways glance, my eyes soon narrow on him. "So why didn't you?"

Falco drops his head with obvious regret. "Because I just didn't know how to." The silence between us becomes filled with the music of the party, the chatter and the laughter of all the people who happen to be here at this party. "Drugs made me become a dick. You were one of the casualties on account of me being that dick, and for that, I can only say I am sorry."

Looking at the apologetic and the healthier looking him, I quietly respond with. "So you don't do drugs now?"

With a soft yet decisive shake of his head, Falco answers. "Nope! Been drug-free for nearly eight months now. I still DJ, but I'm no longer snorting or popping all of my professional profits." He now smiles. "My girlfriend is expecting our first baby, so I figured it was about time that I grew up."

Pleasantly surprised, I congratulate him. "That's really great news, Falco. I'm so happy for you."

Smiling more widely, Falco tentatively reaches to touch my arm. "It really is good to see you, Frankie. I can't apologise enough for the way that I treated you. I was a gutless and constantly high dick, who never deserved you."

"Is everything alright here, Frankie?" To the side of us, now stands a confused and questioning Doug. His eyes are narrowly focused on only one thing—Falco's hand on my arm.

"Um...yeah...everything is fine." Shocked to see him, I probably look and sound like he has intruded on something that he shouldn't have intruded on, which of course, he absolutely hasn't.

Noticing how Doug is scowling down at his hand still holding onto my arm, Falco wisely decides to remove it. "I was just congratulating Frankie on how amazing she was tonight...as were you, Doug."

With a suspicious tone in his voice, Doug remains aloof. "Yeah, Frankie was amazing." His brown eyes flick to mine, then suspiciously back to Falco.

Wow.

This is super awkward.

Falco is becoming more on edge.

Doug is becoming more suspicious.

While I am becoming more than a little amused.

Doug is clearly jealous by what he thinks he has just walked in on, so it's time to put my gorgeously possessive boyfriend out of his moody misery. "Falco was also just telling me about him and his girlfriend expecting their first baby together." My arms loop themselves around his nearest one to me. Resting my head against Doug's shoulder, I snuggle in just that amusingly bit closer to my man. "When is your baby due, Falco?"

"Uh, 20th Of December." He promptly pipes up, looking more than a little relieved to see that Doug is no longer glaring across at him.

And although Doug is indeed no longer glaring at Falco, he is still being slightly standoffish with him. "Right, I guess congratulations is in order, then? Not that I'd be celebrating endless crying and nappy changing, milky puke and your entire life evolving around something so small yet it can cause all of that...but yeah, congratulations, mate."

Not sure what to actually now respond with, Falco decides to simply just bow out of the sarcastic-drenched conversation. "Anyway, I'd better get back to Eva...well done with Hear The Chant, it's going to absolutely kill the charts."

I never thought I'd see the day when I would actually feel sorry for Falco Garrison, but right at this moment, I kind of do. "Thanks, Falco...good luck with the baby." I cheerily say, wanting him to leave with one of my genuine smiles.

With Falco gone, I stare up at Doug who is still watching him leave the rooftop terrace. Whilst gazing up at him, my grin stupidly gets wider and wider on my glossy red lips. "Well, well, well, Doug DiCarto has his jealous jeans on." Moving around his body to be flush against his chest, I tilt my neck slightly back. "He was apologising, that's all."

Looking down at me, Doug heavily huffs. "That apology was a long time coming, but I didn't like the way he was looking at you or the way that he was touching you...he no longer has that right."

"Is it wrong that I find you even more attractive on account of your jealousy?" My lips twitch with a smile and my eyebrows are playfully beginning to rise.

"I'm not jealous." Doug moodily tells me.

Snuggling in closer against him, my arms hold him even tighter. "You're not?" My question comes with a perkier tone.

Looking me right in the eye, Doug isn't looking amused at all. "Nope!" Is his stubbornly given reply. I don't say anything, I just keep staring up at him with my eyebrows still amusingly high and my twitchy smirk very much fixed on my face. In the end, Doug finally lets out a frustrated long breath. "Okay, maybe I was...just a little." He's trying so damn hard not to concede.

"Just a little?"

Now slowly stroking my back with his hands, a smile is just beginning to bloom on Doug's face. "Okay, maybe a lot." He rolls his eyes, kind of embarrassed to be admitting that he really was jealous of Falco.

"I love you. You look rather sexy when you get all frowny and jealous." I know I should stop with the teasing, but I'm enjoying myself a little too much.

"I'm not used to feeling this way about someone." Doug is still being all-too serious about things. It obviously bothers him that he was so bothered about Falco. "I just couldn't handle seeing another man touch you, Frankie. I feel like I am now the only one who gets to lay a finger on you, I'm the only one who gets to hold you in any way." He sounds so overwhelmed and so on edge.

Needing him to just stop, I press my two fingers softly against his mouth, to instantly hush away all of his anxiety. "It's okay to feel a little jealous, Doug. How do you think I feel when I see all the DJ groupies circling around the DJ booth like a shoal of prowling piranhas, just to get a smile or a wave from you? And when you're out of the DJ booth, they think they can thrust themselves in front of you, or touch you wherever they can."

Doug now smirks. "So I'm not the only one who gets jealous, then?" His face is nearing mine, wanting us to be closer than close. "You kept that jealousy of yours very quiet?" He's teasingly now rubbing our noses together.

Smiling at our intimacy, I truthfully explain. "Because it's nothing but harmless jealousy. The kind of jealousy that keeps me on my toes and lets me know that I am glad you are mine."

Doug's serene smile starts spanning the width of his relaxed face. "And I am yours, Frankie. I will never do anything to hurt you. It doesn't matter how many piranhas are out there, you are the only one who fits inside my heart...only you."

Just as relaxed, I inhale a soft intake of the early hours air. "I think that together, we are a perfect team."

Gorgeously grinning, Doug is moving in slowly to kiss me. "We certainly are." Is the whisper I get, just before his sweet tasting lips confirm just how perfect a team we really are together.

As our kiss deliciously deepens, so do my feelings for Doug.

I love him. I love with all of my heart. It's plain and simple glorious love. I've read about love, been told about love, I have often sang about love...but until you actually feel the warmth of love, you will never truly understand it.

Being with Doug, I now understand the wonders of falling deeply in love. I am learning to know everything about it. I get to experience the constant joy of living with it.

Doug has done so much for me, simply on account of him loving me.

So while our mouths sensually move against one another's, and while our tongues temptingly curl and tease each other's, I count all of my beautiful blessings one blissful moment at a time.

**The very appropriate track above, gorgeously is: JEALOUS - NICK JONAS