Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
And with that, the feud between her and Serena was well and truly cemented.
“You’re so banged up, and yet here you are at David’s concert with me, you’re the best friend in the whole wide world.” Hannah gushed as she clung to Alma’s arm, “I have such a crush on your cousin.
Do you think I’ll ever have a chance to be your cousin-in-law?”
Overhearing from the front row, Mirabella was speechless.
It wasn’t that she wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation behind her, it was just that Hannah’s excitement carried her voice right over.
“Half the crowd here wants to be my cousin-in-law. What do you think?” Alma threw cold water on her without a second thought.”Could you maybe take me backstage later to see him? I want his autograph, a photo!” Hannah wheedled, shaking Alma’s arm.
“Look, my cousin’s got a packed schedule, and he’s going to be dead tired after this show. Don’t bother him, let him rest up.”
Alma certainly wasn’t like Serena, pretending to be more than she was.
She and David were on good terms, but she wasn’t about to lose face over something so trivial.
“If there’s a family dinner coming up, like my parents’ birthday or something, and if he shows up, I’ll let you know in advance and invite you over.”
“Deal!” Hannah didn’t see anything amiss with this arrangement. In fact, she was grateful Alma was willing to give her a chance.
Soon, the lights in the venue dimmed.
Maybe sensing their idol was about to take the stage, the crowd began to chant his name with fervor, “David! David! David!”
For Mirabella, it was her first concert, her first time feeling such an electrifying atmosphere.
“David! David! David!”
The uniform chanting focused a spotlight on the center stage, and there, rising slowly from below, was David in a crisp white performance outfit, looking dashing and debonair. Once he stood firm, a series of stunning lights burst into action.
The fans screamed non-stop, waving their blue glow sticks in excitement, their voices deafening.
“David!!””David, it’s David!! David, I’m here! I came to see your concert!”
“David! David! I love you, David!”
Mirabella’s ears were filled with screams, and even the industry bigwigs sitting next to Romeo, though they didn’t dare to scream wildly, were equally excited, shouting David’s name and vigorously shaking their glow sticks.
Among them were young female CEOs who had just inherited their companies, entertainment industry veterans, and prominent female shareholders.
“Hey everyone, I’m David.”
The moment David’s voice rang out, the arena erupted in shrieks of excitement once again.
The stage lighting was a cascade of brilliance, with fireworks bursting forth, igniting the atmosphere as the fans’ cheers filled the air.
David smiled with a tender indulgence, “I’m so thrilled to see all of you here at my concert tonight.”
The crowd went wild again, every soul vibrating with excitement and joy.
“I see quite a few familiar faces in the audience—big thanks for showing up. And to my die-hard fans, I know some of you have been waiting outside for hours in the cold. Next time, don’t come so early, okay?”
His words instantly warmed the hearts of the crowd, leaving many with a lump in their throat, moved by his genuine and unpretentious words.
“Tonight, I’ve got something extra special to share with you all. My little sister’s out there in the audience, hearing me live for the first time.”
He said this, his gaze softening as he looked towards Mirabella in the crowd.
The audience was abuzz with excitement, some even started to look around, wondering who David’s “little sister” was.
Only a few knew he had a sister named Serena, but most were in the dark, only aware that this girl was lucky enough.Hannah, beside herself with excitement, nudged Alma, “Is he talking about you? He seemed to look our way. How did he know you’d be here? Did you tell him? Oh my God, he really dotes on you!!”
Alma clearly saw David’s gaze land on Mirabella, which suggested Mirabella held a place in his heart even more dear than Serena.
Blood ties, after all, carried a weight that nothing else could match.
But Hannah didn’t know Mirabella, or about her existence, so she mistook David’s words and gaze as being meant for Alma.
“Hope you all have a blast tonight and leave with hearts full of joy.”
The arena’s music kicked back in, with one of David’s hit singles—”Fire”.
He launched into a cool dance routine that had the entire crowd screaming in a frenzy, instantly setting the place on fire.
David sang and danced with impeccable skill. His enunciation, tone, moves, and expressions were flawless.
At the climax of “Fire,” the stage was graced by surprise guests, as spotlights converged on four heartthrobs from the hot boy band—KING!
They joined David in the dance, matching his moves and lyrics, each one’s charisma sending the fans into a screaming rapture.
The atmosphere peaked!
Behind them, a giant screen provided a stunning visual experience.The sea of glow sticks waved by the crowd looked like a blue ocean, offering a breathtaking visual sensation.
In the entire music industry, only a handful of artists could generate this level of fervor.
Mirabella watched David, who shone like a star on the stage. Romeo gazed at her profile, captivated, while Alma watched Romeo, noticing the adoration and indulgence in his eyes as he looked at Mirabella.
The song was a gift from Mirabella to David, penned under her songwriting alias, Melody. She’d crafted the melody and scribbled the lyrics in a rush of inspiration, fashioning a hit that seemed to fit David like a glove.
David had a hunch it would be a smash the moment he read through it. But even he hadn’t anticipated the wildfire it would become online. Since its release, the track had topped the charts for weeks on end, shattering records set by music legends of yesteryear.
So when David kicked off his concert with that very song, Mirabella wasn’t the least bit surprised. She watched, earnest and tender, as he owned the stage.
As the final notes of “Fire” rang out, spotlights beamed down on the members of his boy band, each one popping with an electrifying new dance routine.
Meanwhile, David had descended beneath the stage on an elevator to change. When the dance break ended and the lights dimmed on the dancers, a single bright beam spotlighted David, now seated at a pristine white piano that slowly rose from the depths of the stage. The crowd went wild, their screams filling the air.
Nobody expected such a quick costume change, nor for him to return so composed. His voice was perfection, each lyric sung with a clarity that was simply flawless.
His next song was “With Me,” one of his signature pieces, written for his fans just a year prior.
Seated at the piano, he was the picture of a refined prince, his fingers dancing over the keys in tribute to the years of support and encouragement his fans had given him.
His voice, more captivating than any instrument, was a melody so beautiful it could make ears sing with joy.On the giant screen, snippets of David’s rise to stardom played. The crowd of fans at the airport grew with each clip, and the shy, timid boy transformed into the internationally renowned superstar that now held the world’s gaze.
Many fans sang along to “With Me,” tears streaming down their faces, especially when recalling the time David fell off the stage and, despite his injury, comforted the distraught fans who had come to his aid.
It was a heartwarmingly kind gesture.
On his birthday, fans would craft handmade gifts with love and care – doodles, love letters, video edits, paper cuttings – simple tokens of heartfelt wishes, not showered in extravagance.
David didn’t just take photos and sing with them. He playfully mingled, even giving each fan a parting gift. Inside were handwritten thank-you notes and autographed photos, along with special little mementos that moved many to tears on the spot.
Watching these moments, Mirabella felt as though she had grown alongside the fans, a part of David’s journey.
Offstage, David was like a cheery, warmhearted elder brother, and his fans were the adoring sisters he doted on.
The more Mirabella watched, the prouder and warmer she felt, proud to have such a brother.
It was clear that “With Me,” written for his fans, was a song from the heart – its lyrics healing and warm, the melody profoundly touching, a true expression of David’s gratitude.
In the cutthroat world of entertainment, where some stars sought to stoke their fame with fan fervor while keeping them at arm’s length, despising their devotion, David stood apart. He genuinely cared forand cherished his fans.
A thought struck Mirabella, prompting her to send a WhatsApp message to Jossie, telling her about the tea she’d left on David’s makeup table. They were specially prepared for him, meant to soothe his throat.
Jossie, who was backstage watching David’s performance, quickly replied, [Thanks, Bella. David would be thrilled to know how thoughtful you are.]
She added a cute emoji at the end.
Mirabella’s gaze softened as she continued to watch David play the piano, his voice serenading the audience with each note.
The applause thundered through the arena as David’s second song ended, and he descended gracefully with the piano, disappearing from the crowd’s view.
“David, this is the tea your sister prepared for you, to soothe your throat.” his assistant said, promptly bringing him a mug.
Hearing it was made by his sister, David grabbed the mug and downed it in one gulp. “Is there more?”
“Yeah, she made plenty,” Jossie said with a smile, taking the empty mug. “I’ll brew you another.”
In the meantime, the style team swooped in. One whisked away David’s jacket, another swiftly helped him into a fresh outfit, while two more slipped off his pants and shoes. David quickly got dressed in the new attire, and at the same time, a hairstylist swiftly gave him a new ‘do, while a makeup artist frantically touched up his face.
The lift was slowly rising, and an opening in the stage revealed the dazzling lights and the deafening screams of the fans.
“The mic’s not ready yet.” Jossie quickly adjusted it for him.
As the lift neared the stage level, the stylists, makeup artist, hairstylist, and Jossie hurried off, leaving David alone to ascend tranquilly to the stage.
The giant screen came to life, and countless pink petals fluttered across it. Soon after, real petals began to scatter down into the crowd.
Fans gasped in delight, “They’re real petals.”