The hysterical screams of the Eve fans were heard from the front of the JC stage. They cheered the golden-voiced handsome idol.
"We want more ... we want more ... we want more ...," they pressed in unison in boisterous cheers that echoed in the stadium hosting JC's North American roadshow.
"Okay... okay, aren't you guys cold and want to go home soon? Hahaha...," asked JC hilariously to his fanatical fans whose enthusiasm never subsided to watch all his shows that night, even though the air that night was freezing.
JC's face also felt sore because the air outside was so cold. His cheeks were rosy and he wore sunglasses to avoid the glare of the spotlights and camera flashes that had been mercilessly gushing at him for the past 3 hours.
"This is the last song for you... I hope you like it. My Last Breath... play it, Dude!" said JC as he coded his accompaniment band to start playing their instrument.
"Because you are a special woman with a smile like the warmth of the sun... Take me in a love that is as beautiful as a rainbow... Only you... Only you... Until my last breath... My love is only for you... My girl...."
That is a popular love song belonging to JC that topped the billboards of the weekly hits charts. The fans waved their cellphones with flashlights on to accompany their idol songs while shedding tears of emotion being touched by the romantic lyrics of the song sung by JC.
JC sat on a chair in the center of the stage holding the microphone stand. He sings every line of his song with full appreciation as if he is in love with a girl who is far from that.
"Your unfailing love warms my heart... brings beauty to my empty days... Ohh my sweet girl...."
Every time JC sings love songs that topped the hit charts. His empty and cold heart was getting sore. He hasn't found his 'cute girl' until he is 30 this year.
The rules from the management of the artist who overshadows him also strictly prohibit special relationships with women outside of certain contracts. If the goal is only to boost popularity then the relationship is allowed. However, artists are prohibited from dating just anyone, especially those who are not from among the artists, it is taboo for them.
JC had brief affairs with newcomer female artists with hot gossip prepared by the artist management that houses him, Young Talented Management. And to be honest he was bored and fed up, over time he lost interest in beautiful women.
"Goodbye, my fellow fans. We will meet at my next concert next year. Please go home carefully! The snow is getting thicker on the streets. Thank you for coming to my concert." JC shouted his sympathetic message from the stage for the last time of his series of shows that night then disappeared backstage.
The manager immediately handed out a warm wet towel for JC. He thanked him as he accepted it and then put it on his face which was frozen from the cold. "Jason, I'm sorry. Looks like tonight you have to come to the party at Anse La Raye alone. I don't know why I haven't been feeling well since morning ..." said Max Brury, manager of the 35-year-old JC artist.
"Okay, Max. You go back to the hotel. I'll drive there myself. Hand over your car keys Max, I'll take you to the hotel first and then go to Anse La Raye," said JC while wearing his thick wool coat.
They both left the stadium which was still busy after the JC mega-concert. Max Brury's Tucson car slid down the highway driven by JC at normal speed. The road surface was covered with snow that had been falling since morning. They passed the site of a bus accident and a badly dented private car on the way.
"Wow, the accident looks terrible, Max!" JC commented when he caught a glimpse of the two badly wrecked vehicles.
"Yeah, they look like they're having bad luck. I hope you're driving my car carefully, Jason! If I hadn't had a stomach ache since this morning, I might have preferred to drive you to the party. your account. Enjoy the party, Jason," Max said, winking his eyes.
"Okay, Max. Thanks. Arrived at the hotel, rest. See you tomorrow morning," said JC while waiting for Max to get out of the car. He dropped Max off at the lobby door of the hotel where they were staying during a concert in North America.
After that, JC drove his car to Anse La Raye. He hummed a little during the long and tedious journey alone. The street was so dark because he passed through the connecting road between the uninhabited cities. Street lights are installed every 100 meters. North America has a relatively small population compared to the size of the country. Suddenly the car that JC was driving seemed to lose energy. He pulled the car over before another vehicle passed.
"Ooh SHIT!" cursed JC loudly. He doesn't know where he is at this time, what's clear is that the car's power supply suddenly disappeared and couldn't be started again. Meanwhile, the snow was still falling heavily.
JC is confused about what to do, he can't ask Max for help because the man is sick. 15 minutes passed without any solution. So far all his needs are taken care of by Max. When unexpected things like this happen, he becomes confused about who to contact.
The cold air began to engulf him slowly, the car heater could not be turned on. The wool coat was his only defense against the cold. JC prayed in his heart … he hoped that a vehicle would pass by. He would pay anything to get a ride to Anse La Raye. The street was dark with only street lights about 10 meters from where his car broke down.
Not long after, JC saw from his car's rearview mirror a bright light approaching him maybe about 200 meters behind him, it looked like a car's long-range headlight. JC didn't waste that opportunity, which might be his only chance to survive tonight. He immediately got out of the car and turned on the flashlight of his cellphone in the direction the car came.
JC waved his hand with the phone up. He hoped the driver would see him in the dark. And yes... the car slowed down. In his heart, JC was cheering with joy beyond measure. His smile was so wide on his handsome face.
When the car pulled up to him, the car window was lowered by the driver who turned out to be a sweet girl with green eyes with red hair like the color of a burning fire. A guardian angel for JC.
"Hello... need a ride, sir?" said the girl with her melodious voice while looking at the face of JC who was stunned to see it.
"Hi ... you are my savior angel, Beautiful Missy," said JC with a smile with sparkling eyes. The girl driving the car that passed in front of him was wearing a very sexy red dress. JC swallowed his saliva with longing feelings as he looked at her. 'Is he still single?' JC thought. "Why your car, sir? Introduce, I'm Anna," Annastacia asked as she extended her right hand to the young man. JC immediately welcomed the girl's outstretched hand and replied, "My name is Jason, my friend's car turned out to be in trouble, maybe because of the problem of the weather being too cold so the engine froze. Can I ride your car until Anse La Raye? I have a party to attend there tonight ." "Oohhh I see, get on then, Jason. I also have to attend a party there. Maybe it's the same party as you..." Anna said, inviting Jason to get into her car and open the central lock of her car door. JC immediately climbed into the driver's seat, his body froze from being outside for too long and he shivered sligh
The high-end restaurant was very popular in North America, only important people and jet-setters could get a reservation at the restaurant. The long line at the entrance did not deter the diners of Golden Bloomingdale's restaurant to eat at the restaurant. Doctor Philip Brighton received an invitation from his superiors at the hospital where he worked for a meal together at the Golden Bloomingdale Restaurant. Doctor Justin Baldere took his eldest son, John, to meet the man. "Hello, Philip. How long have you been waiting?" said Justin as he took a seat across from Philip. "Ohh hello, Justin, John. No, I just got here," Philip replied as he adjusted his drooping glasses. The restaurant waiter served appetizers to their table. All the appetizer to dessert menus is included in the reservation in advance so they don't have to bother choosing the menu when they come to the restaurant."Well, how's Leah? Why isn't she coming to dinner?" asked Doctor Philip pleasantly. He was curious abou
The party at the Stuarts' residence was still full of excitement until close to midnight. JC couldn't bear to see Anna who seemed to be shivering from the cold because of her revealing dress model. He also made a deal with the girl. "Anna, how about I hug you from behind? I think it will make you warm, you shiver ...," said JC who was standing next to Anna looking at the middle of the room which was crowded with young people who were cool to dance and talk. Annastacia turned to look at JC thoughtfully then she replied "Sure, but I hope you won't mess with me, JC!" "Sure... calm down, Girl!" replied JC lightly. He wrapped his arms around Anna's slender waist and warmed her in his arms. Then, JC rubbed Anna's upper arm with his palm. Anna's skin felt cold to the touch. "Oohh, it feels so comfortable, JC. Thank you," Anna sighed in the man's arms. JC's stout body seemed to envelop her tiny body. The two of them were in that position for quite a while and chatted with each other. Anna
After finishing his performance on stage, JC immediately approached where Annastacia was standing with the man he didn't know. "Hey, Anna. Who is this guy?" asked JC in a cold tone. He doesn't like any other guy getting close to the girl he likes. Annastacia smiled then said cheerfully, "JC introduces this is Doctor John Baldere, my colleague at the hospital, and John, this is Jason Channing or you can call him JC, a pop star who has a lot of fans." Hearing Annastacia's cheerful voice made John lose his reluctance to get to know the man in front of him. He also reached out his hand to JC and mentioned his name 'John'. "So Anna, do you agree to take me home?" repeated John because it was almost midnight even though Rossie Stuart's party was still so lively. "Uhm wait a minute John." Anna then turned to JC while asking, "JC, where are you staying? I think John can take you back to the hotel where you are staying at the same time take me back to the apartment. John doesn't want me to
Before going to bed, JC took the time to order a bouquet of pink roses for Anna tomorrow morning on a delivery app that he found on the internet. The florist turned out to be located on the main road next to the Northern Light Premiere Hotel where he was staying and was open 24 hours. Not long after, JC fell asleep in a dreamland that brought him back to meet Annastacia. In his dream, he was chasing and laughing with Anna in a forest under the warm summer sun. His heart seemed so happy to see Anna's smile that was as bright as the blue sky at noon. Until his sweet dream was cut short by the sound of his cellphone's alarm ringing so loudly. JC groaned in annoyance and sat on the edge of his bed rubbing his eyes which were still heavy from sleepiness. He dragged himself into the bathroom and splashed his body under the cold shower that morning. JC hummed carelessly in his sweet voice, "I want you, Anna ... my beautiful butterfly ... I want to kiss you again and again ... and again."
After a delicious and filling breakfast, Anna said goodbye to JC to go to work. She drove her own maroon Mini Cooper to Wyndham International Hospital. JC let Anna goes into the lobby of the Northern Light Hotel with a wave. Today is the last day of JC's concert tour. He will be performing at a major mall in Grenada, the event is indoor, fortunately. The winter weather this time was so bad, that it snowed all day long. JC is not sure the concert audience will be as large as usual. Meanwhile, Anna drove her car through the snowy roads carefully. Along the way to the hospital, she saw many cranes operating to move the cars that were stuck due to this severe snow. Anna hopes that today's patients will not overflow due to traffic accidents. Finally, she arrived at the basement parking lot of Wyndham International Hospital, where she worked. Anna came down with a flower bouquet JC gave her and carried her navy backpack. She walked to the elevator to go up to the 3rd floor of her practice
The simple engagement ceremony lasted only a short time because the hospital was very busy. John took Anna to his room for a while, he still wanted to talk privately with his fiancee girl. The two of them took the elevator to the 12th floor, the top floor of the large hospital building. "Are you nervous, Anna?" asked John idly. Anna jumped in place for a moment's thought as the two of them fell silent. "Ehh ... oohh ... not nervous, just still feeling confused. Things are going out of my control," she answered honestly. The two of them went into John's spacious office because it was also the CEO's room of Wyndham International Hospital. John picked up a palm-sized box lined with dark blue velvet. He approached Annastacia saying, "Anna, I want to give you this." "What is it, John?" asked Anna curiously, examining the box in John's hand. John opened the box which turned out to contain a pair of gold chain necklaces with heart pendants. Then John's hands deftly opened the heart locke
Wyndham International Hospital cafeteria that afternoon was full of doctors who practice at the hospital. For Anna, who was often late for lunch, and even missed lunch, it was an unusual sight. John invited Anna to sit at one of the empty tables in the corner of the room. The two of them waited for the menu orders to be delivered to their table. "Hey, you guys ... congratulations on your engagement this morning," said Doctor Isaac Beneton, a neurosurgeon at the hospital. Anna and John stood up to accept their colleague's warm handshake and hug. "Thanks, Doc," said Anna. The doctors who were sitting at the table with Doctor Isaac also gave their congratulations to Anna and John. When their lunch menu came, they ended the pleasantries and returned to their seats. "Anna, are you comfortable with this sudden change in status?" asked John as he ate his food. Anna chewed on her beefsteak as she said, "To be honest ... no, I wish we could still work professionally. My job is still the t