She'd always wondered how it would be to be part of his world. He always seemed so far away, so out of her reach, so different from the world she lived in.

She'd watched him for years now. When she really thought about it, she couldn't believe it was years she had already spent on him. It only seemed like yesterday when she first laid eyes on him.

On the screen, with all the lights on him and the screams of his adoring fans coming from all sides, he genuinely glowed. His energy while performing was something. Every time he stood on stage, he changed. The stage was his. More than that, it's as if the stage was an extension of himself; becoming alive through him.

Sometimes, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. He was, more often than not, surrounded by girls that belonged more to his world than hers. That meant they were definitely beautiful people like him. That meant they understood something that she never would. How to live and thrive or maybe survive in the spotlight.  Only those who were constantly under it understood the attention needed to keep it on or out of them. Only the people who were experiencing what he was experiencing knew and understood. That part she understood she would never understand.

When he sang, he sang with all his heart, his voice piercing through every person in the audience. Like nothing else mattered, he sang and sang and sang.

Once in a while, he'd utter a word or two about this or that song being for that someone, someone out there, and of course the thousands and thousands watching him all thought he was referring to them. Each and every one of them thought he's singing the song for me.

Every single one of them thought the same thing.

It didn't matter. She knew he was singing for her.

Once, she couldn't help voicing her thoughts to him. He'd laughed and pulled her towards him, looking at her straight in the eye.

"You have nothing to worry about. It's you, you know. I belong here with you."  

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