The screams were so loud, as some gave catcalls, and screamed her name. Rhea Adams was accomplished, and the whole world could attest to that fact. She was a living, breathing enigma. She was seen by all yet known by none. She raised one of her hands, and silence enveloped the whole crowd like a tidal wave. It was absolute silence. Then, she started to sing.
The days are darker this time,
The nights swallow up the light, Yet the darkness reigns free. But you my love,
Have withstood the darkness, Stronger than anything else.
I'm proud to call you,
She sang from her soul, the sound of the piano was tinged with sadness, and hope. Along with her voice and the message it conveyed, the delivery was seamlessly done, flawlessly in fact. After she was done singing, the sound of the piano lingered in the air, and the beauty she just delivered was heart wrenching, soul grabbing, mind breaking, a toe curling kind of beautiful. The silence lingered on for a few seconds, as the crowd tried to get ahold of themselves. Then as soon as they got themselves, the screams were even more deafening than before even though it didn't seem possible for it to be. The whole arena was visibly shaken, as some people were in tears, and others wiped unshed tears, beyond moved by Rhea's voice. She not only sang, she sang with a kind of lackadaisical grace, as though singing wasn't as hard as it was said to be. She did it effortlessly, even hitting high notes that were said to be a suicide mission.
"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the music sensation, our very own talent box, RHEA!!" The presenter was back on stage, with a smile so wide, it couldn't have been faked. Rhea was gone by then; the spotlight was on the presenter as he addressed the crowd. Rhea knew she couldn't stay anymore, and she left. It wasn't her first time of disappearing immediately after the show, so nobody was perturbed. They were just glad she graced them with her presence, and of course, her voice.
She went backstage, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her song affected her too, but it wasn't for the same reason it affected the others, it was for a very different reason. She felt like a fraud, singing those types of love songs even though she didn't relate to them in the least.
She got out of the auditorium to see her driver waiting, a lot of people milling around the place. She knew that if she was going to be able to go back to her home, she had to be in a disguise of sorts. She wore the hoodie she took from backstage, covering her face fairly well. Then, she walked straight to the car and nobody stopped her. It wasn't the first time she had done that, and she never felt bad or apologised for it. She hated the attention that came with showbiz business, but she had to do it to let her voice be heard.
Her driver was waiting as usually, and a few people milling around covered her as she got into the car. It was her contingency plan in case the mob was hard to pass through. She set up a few people in strategic places to cover her entrance and of course, her exit. One could never be too careful with things like that, and a few slip ups on her part sometimes made her learn a valuable lesson about keeping her identity from the masses. Rhea Adams was known in the world, but was she really?
She rode in the backseat of the car, truly grateful for the tinted glass. At least she couldn't be seen, and other artists could take the spotlight as she wasn't one to crave it.