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Billionaire's Obsession
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Alex Thompson
emotional, and regretful. His arms are covered in tattoos symbolizing his past commitments. After his divorce from Mia, he struggles to win her back through his music performances. Despite his wealth, he feels empty without Mia and hopes she will return to him.
Jason Reed
understanding, and humorous. Jason often provides comic relief in tense situations and encourages Alex to focus on his music as a way to heal.
Mia Thompson
distant, and unyielding. After their divorce, she remains unmoved by Alex's attempts to win her back through music. Her past with Alex is complicated by unresolved feelings and past mistakes.
I am a billionaire.
I have everything I want, but I still feel empty inside.
I had her, but I lost her, and now, I am doing my best to win her back.
I look down at my arms; they are covered in tattoos.
Each tattoo represents something: a commitment, a vow, an oath that I made to myself or to others.
My tattoos are a reminder of my past and what I had to overcome to get where I am today.
I look at my knuckles; the word "promise" is tattooed across them in bold black letters.
I look at my wrists; the tattoos are covered up by silver bracelets.
On my left arm, there is a spider tattoo; it covers the scars from when I tried to take my life, when I failed miserably.
On my right arm, there is a beautiful rose with thorns; the rose is a symbol of Mia and the beauty she possessed.
The thorns are a reminder of how she hurt me in the end with her betrayal and our divorce.
I walk out onto the stage, the dim lights nearly blinding me.
I see her in the front row, her hand in another man’s hand.
My heart stops dead in its tracks.
I grip my guitar a little tighter, watching her lean into the stranger beside her.
The stage lights cast harsh shadows across my knuckles as my fingers trace the familiar letters.
Each movement sends jolts of pain through my hand; I have been clenching too tightly.
I catch Jason’s eye behind his drums, and he gives me a concerned look.
I try to focus on the opening chords, but my hands are trembling.
I made a promise to myself: I would win her back through my music.
Instead, I watch helplessly as she whispers something in the stranger’s ear.
I force my attention to the strings beneath my fingers, pouring all of my pain and anger into the melody.
The opening notes of our song - the one I wrote when I first met Mia - drift across the venue.
I take a deep breath, and my voice cracks as I begin to sing.
The words are like knives in my heart, but I keep going.
I have to.
I close my eyes, letting the music wash over me.
The beat of Jason’s drums is steady and strong, a reminder that I am not alone.
I pour everything into each word, each note.
The pain, the anger, the longing - it all comes spilling out of me like blood from a wound.
When I reach the bridge, I step closer to the edge of the stage, letting my guard down completely as I sing directly to Mia.
I grip the microphone stand for support as I sing the final verse.
My voice grows stronger with each word, filled with desperate hope.
The stage lights dim to a soft amber glow, casting shadows across Mia’s face in the front row.
Her date whispers something in her ear, but she doesn’t respond.
Instead, she stares up at me, her expression shifting from practiced indifference to something more complex.
My fingers move automatically across the guitar strings as I watch her bite her lower lip - her old nervous habit.
Jason’s drums fade to a gentle rhythm behind me.
I step closer to the edge of the stage, my tattoos gleaming with sweat, and sing the last line directly to her.