Chapter 132: Krispin

For the first time, there was a presence greater than the fans during a concert. Even across the stage, I could feel the heat of her gaze. I lived for the screaming worship of the crowd, but during my long months of rehab, I realized I needed to separate myself from their often overwhelming need to have a piece of me. The withdrawal from my drug-induced coma brought back the need for pure music that I threw away in my fanatical need for stardom. Now, I performed for the fans, but I sang for me.

While traveling from one end of the stage to the other, every fiber of my being focused on her. It didn't hurt the music; in my mind's ear, it improved it. I could feel the guys pump up higher with my intensity. In a few weeks, we would begin laying tracks for our next album. It would be better than the last. With our next world tour locked in, nothing could stop us.

Best of all, Angela would be next to me, finally making my life complete. I wasn't sure exactly what it was about her that drew