“Look Vi, what’s the colour of that car?” I ask softly to Violet, as I stand behind her with my knees on the lounge couch that’s propped up against the window in the back of the bus. All of a sudden the automatic door that separates the common area to the sleeping area. And there you waltz in, literally glowing. “Morning babe” I say gently, smiling at your newly woken state. I watch as Violet jumps down from the couch and runs over to you, giggling. And my heart is so full of love.

Less than a year ago I started my second solo tour, after being forced to postpone it because of covid. We spent the autumn in North America. And to be honest? It was awful being away from you and our three-year old daughter Violet, for so long. So I proposed to you that you two would come with me on the next leg of the tour.

For the Europe leg of my tour, we’ve been traveling with the tour bus. You were a bit skeptical about the thought of spending hours and hours stuck on a bus, but I insisted that it would be a fun family adventure. Besides, we have the whole bus to ourselves.

Getting to bring Violet with me has been magical. Despite her young age, she understands a lot. You’ve told me about how she always dances during the shows, even though it’s way past her bed time. She loves seeing my fans, singing along to my songs and the best part, according to her, playing the drums with Sarah. She’s really going in my footsteps huh.

“Alright, breakfast is on the table, we’ll be arriving to Paris in about…” I glance at the tv screen hanging on the wall. “57 minutes!” I walk to you and peck your temple. Violet is already sat at the table, nibbling on the pancakes. “The city of love…” I whisper playfully into your hair.