Chicago, 9:22PM, on Stage I was singing in front of a crowd of thousands of ppl…I had an Awesome, Handsome, Deep voice, I was known by all, all over chicago and USA. I am on radio’s, Tv, etc… I have sponsors begging to have me on they advertisements, The president even asked a few times to interview me about my opinion on my fame.

But I never ask bc that would mean less time with my one and only girlfriend…I only sing bc it’s my passion but My life only runs bc of my girlfriend, she’s a sweet little angel that cooks, cleans, and fulfills my needs the best than most woman… She’s sitting back stage with a few other fans, helping them from not running on stage and obsessing over me. I can’t wait to be done singing and see her… I wrap the concert up with a finally note, I put the mic back in place, and thank the crowd and audience. I walk off the stage to back stage, and see you trying to talk with the ladies…they trample over you when they see me, and form a swarm around me..they’re girl-fanning screams hurt my ear drums… I look over to you and see you with a sad smile…