Am I destined to be sad?

The reporters continued to ask questions, insisting on answers, but I remained stoic.

-We will hold a press conference in the coming days to provide you with all the necessary information, repeated my intransigible manager

Finally, seeing that we would not give in, they dispersed little by little, taking their insatiable curiosity with them.

-Don't forget studies, it's important, I tell my fans, work hard

-Yes, like that we will become as famous as you, they answered, determined

As the last fans left the music room, moved and grateful, we greeted them warmly. Their beaming smiles and sparkling eyes were a reward in themselves, and we knew their support was worth all the gold in the world.

We had arranged for private cars to take them home safely, ensuring that they were treated as honored guests all the way. Once the fans were taken care of, I turned to my manager, a tired but grateful smile stretching my lips.

"We made it," I whispered, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders.

-No, my manager told me, you succeeded

I smile at him.

-Do you think I will be able to turn this chapter of my life?, I asked him with my eyes lost in space.

-You are stronger than you think, he smiled at me

-I hope you're right, I replied, smiling weakly.

-Ruby I don't want to break your morals, my manager suddenly said to me, but I remind you that you have a new album to create in less than two weeks because you are going to give a concert in France

-Less than 2 weeks?!, I exclaimed in surprise

-Yes, the manager said to me, nodding.

-Can we cancel?, I asked him annoyed

-Unfortunately it's too late to cancel, he sighed

-I guess I'll have to give it my all, I sighed in turn

-You will succeed, I'm sure, he said to me

-Yeah, I'm going to stay here to start my new album, I admitted to him

10 hours later...

The studio was dark, lit only by the dim glow of studio lights, creating dancing shadows on the walls.

I had been stuck in there for hours, desperately searching for inspiration for my new album. But with each attempt, I felt my mind going blank and no words coming to mind.

I sat at my keyboard, my fingers hovering over the keys, but my mind was empty, like a barren desert deprived of all creativity. The notes I was trying to compose sounded false to my ears, devoid of the magic that usually characterized my music.

And then blue eyes came to mind.

Guided by an irresistible impulse, I took a wig and a pair of glasses hidden in a closet in the studio, wanting to go unnoticed in the crowd. Once disguised, I blended into the darkness of the night, heading towards the small café where I had first seen him.

The café was peaceful at this late hour, bathed in the warm glow of the street lamps. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I saw him, sitting at a table in a remote corner of the café, immersed in contemplation of a book.

My breath hitched, my stomach churning with anticipation.

But my heart sank as a girl appeared near him. She seemed to know him, and their exchange was charged with an intimacy that I couldn't ignore. A wave of disappointment and sadness washed over me, clouding my mind and confusing my thoughts.

I didn't even bother to know what was being said, my senses numbed by the impact of this aborted encounter. The night enveloped me in its protective darkness, but I felt more lost than ever.

My footsteps echoed on the deserted sidewalk, my tears mixed with the light rain that was beginning to fall. Thoughts swirled through my head, a cacophony of unanswered questions.

Why did I feel this connection to him so strongly? And why did it have to end like this?

I found no answers, only the cold of the night that penetrated me to the bone, and the crushing weight of loneliness that fell on me. But still, deep down, I really hoped he was just a friend.