CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Noémie
Celine Dion is smiling at me, and touching my hand.
And I haven't fainted yet. She's so beautiful I think I might be falling in love. But I can't.
Because she's saying something and I think should listen.
"My very good friend Pink wrote this song for me, in the toughest time in my life,” she’s saying. Her voice full of emotion, of memory.
I know exactly what song she is talking about. And now I know why I'm here.
"The name of the song is Recovering." She nods to me, and smiles and I nod back. A nod of understanding. Of people who'd known what it’s like to break.
And have recovered.
I count it in, and play.
Play with everything I have.
Everything I want to be. Everything I want to say to Jez, in this moment.
Who gave me this moment. I don't know how he did it, but he gave me the one thing I needed.
Belief in myself again. The song is over almost before it began. Celine’s voice soaring over my last chord and then it’s done.
And I soak in the applause.
The moment.
And then I walk off the stage and return to my life.
My new life.
With Jez.
"You were phenomenal," he's yelling at me over the cheers as I walk into his arms.
"I can't believe what just happened!" I scream, trying to make sense of what I've just experienced.
"It happened. Every single fucking moment."
"Ahh!!!!” I yell, pumping my fists into the air.
"Quiet!" Someone with a headset shushes us and Jez grabs my hand and we run giggling out of a side exit.
"Is that... is that how it always feels?"
He nods, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah. It is."
"Thank you. My sugar guardian angel." And I wonder if I’ll ever be able to repay him.
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There's a cello in the middle of the foyer when we get back to the room after a helicopter ride over the strip a few days later.
Jez opens the door and it's just sitting there.