But this—
this is only the beginning of the story.

There’s so much more to tell.
Moments I’ve buried so deep, they only come up in songs…
or when I’m walking alone and the wind hits just right.

There are details I left out.
Intentionally.
Not to lie…
but to protect the parts of myself I wasn’t ready to share.

Because like any good story—
you start slow.
You offer just enough truth to catch a heartbeat.
And then you wait…
you wait for the ones who care enough to stay.
So here it is.
The hook.
The ache.
The echo.

But the real story?
It lives in the in-between.
In the silence after the last note.
In the shadows cast by all the light I tried to hold onto.

And if you're still here…
if you're still listening…
then maybe you're meant to hear it all.

Come and join me in the sun.
But be warned—
you can’t stand in the light without facing what cast the shadows.

But this—
this is only the beginning of the story.

There’s so much more to tell.
Moments I’ve buried so deep, they only come up in songs…
or when I’m walking alone and the wind hits just right.

There are details I left out.
Intentionally.
Not to lie…
but to protect the parts of myself I wasn’t ready to share.

Because like any good story—
you start slow.
You offer just enough truth to catch a heartbeat.
And then you wait…
you wait for the ones who care enough to stay.

So here it is.
The hook.
The ache.
The echo.

But the real story?
It lives in the in-between.
In the silence after the last note.
In the shadows cast by all the light I tried to hold onto.

And if you're still here…
if you're still listening…
then maybe you're meant to hear it all.

Come and join me in the sun.
But be warned—
you can’t stand in the light without facing what cast the shadows.

I waited too long in the dark for a miracle.
Too many nights holding my breath—thinking if I stayed still enough, quiet enough… maybe the universe would hear me.

I kept waiting for Jerome.
Waiting for that bus to come back in reverse.
For him to step off, guitar in hand, that crooked smile stretched across his face,arms wide open,
telling me he made it—and that I was part of the dream all along.

He'd say there's a place for us in New York—
a little apartment tucked between jazz bars and fire escapes, where music spilled from the windows like morning light.

But those were just dreams.
Dreams I had while lying in my own bed…
or in the arms of strangers whose names I never asked for, searching for comfort in warmth that never felt like home.
Hoping.
Dreaming.

Sometimes the dreams took me elsewhere.
To fields that stretched forever.
To rooftops where I danced alone under broken stars.
To stairwells I climbed endlessly, never reaching the top—only moving just enough to forget where I started.

Because reality…
reality was too quiet.
Too still.
And the silence of knowing he was never coming backwas louder than any goodbye I’d ever heard

This is Elphaba from Wicked. Her voice is an alto women, a little lower than most females. Very calm.

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This is Elphaba from Wicked. Her voice is an alto women, a little lower than most females. Very calm.

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