48. Rafe
RAFE
I’ve always said I didn’t need drugs, because I had my music. Performing for a live audience was the biggest high in my life.
Now it’s in second place. Still incredibly special, but nothing’s as wonderful as being with Hazel.
My phone pings with a text message. It’s Celeste: Have a great show!
We’re friends these days. She’s got a new man in her life, her acting career is going well, and I’m really happy for her. Alan was a jerk, but he did us both a favor breaking us up—just not in the way he intended.
The North American leg of our tour will last a while, but before we jet off to other parts of the world, we’re going to take a break and just be with Hazel.
Yes, she’s traveling with us on the tour, but out here we’re constantly surrounded by other people.
We need time to be together, just the four of us.
All our priorities are different now. Our parties are few and far between, and not the wild events they used to be. People bring their kids! Which is awesome. I hope we can start a family with Hazel before too long.
Whatever the future holds, I know it’ll be golden. Every day seems to be better than the one before now that Hazel’s in our lives.
The changeover’s almost done; any minute now, we’ll get the call to go onstage. I roll up onto the balls of my feet and down again, ready to take on the world.