Chapter 1569
The song was a gift from Arabe to David, penned under her songwriting alias, Melody. She''d crafted
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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 be online. 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, Arabe 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 dimmed 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 costume change, nor for him to return soposed. His voice was
perfection, each lyric sung with a rity that was simply wless.
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 yed. 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
time David fell off the stage and, despite his injury,forted the distraught fans who hade to 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 yfully 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, Arabe 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.
The more Arabe 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 some stars sought to stoke their fame with 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 Arabe, prompting her to send a WhatsApp message 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, Be. David would
be thrilled to know how thoughtful you are.]
She added a cute emoji at the end.
Arabe''s gaze softened as she continued to watch David y the piano, his voice serenading the
audience with each note.