The song was a gift from Arabella 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
beconline. 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, Arabella 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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdimmed 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 costchange, 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 tDavid fell off the stage
and, despite his injury, comforted the distraught fans who had cto 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, Arabella 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.
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The more Arabella 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 sstars sought to stoke their fwith fan fervor while keeping them at arm's
length, despising their devotion, David stood apart. He genuinely cared for and cherished his fans.
A thought struck Arabella, prompting her to send a Whatmessage 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.
Arabella's gaze softened as she continued to watch David play the piano, his voice serenading the audience with each note.