SuperStar!

Love Someone

The video began with complete darkness—utter blackness. There was no sound, no movement, just a void. Then, slowly, the soft, familiar voice of Ethan Jones cut through the silence, tender and soothing.

"There are days…"

Elena's heart skipped a beat. The words felt like they were meant just for her, like the start of a secret whispered between them. She leaned forward in her chair, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but she didn't want to miss a second of the video.

Suddenly, the screen lit up. A soft, nostalgic melody played in the background as the camera zoomed in on Ethan, sitting on the living room floor of his family's home. The images were raw, unpolished—nothing like the slick music videos she was used to seeing. This felt real, like she was watching an intimate glimpse into his world.

Ethan was sitting at a small coffee table, his parents beside him. The three of them were playing Monopoly, laughter filling the air. His mom gently teased him for landing on Boardwalk, while his dad mock-complained about losing to their son. The footage was fuzzy and warm, like something from an old home movie.

Then the camera shifted, and Elena watched, wide-eyed, as a young Ethan appeared on screen, no older than five or six, holding his baby sister in his arms. She was no more than one or two, giggling as Ethan carefully backed her in a stroller around the yard. Elena couldn't help but smile. It was a side of Ethan she'd never imagined—kind, patient, and undeniably protective.

The video cut to another scene: Ethan, now a bit older, was sitting on a couch, his expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation. A younger girl, his sister again, was pestering him. She was now a teenager, but still the same energetic, restless spirit. Elena couldn't help but laugh as Ethan sighed, clearly exasperated, while his sister jumped around in front of him, trying to get his attention. She was clearly disturbing his peace, but there was love in every exchange—even in his frustration.

Elena chuckled softly to herself, her chest warming. She could almost imagine herself there, watching them interact as if they were a real family. The authenticity of the moment made Ethan seem so much more human, more relatable. He was just a brother, a son, dealing with the same things any teenager might.

The scene shifted again, and now, the whole family stood together, positioned in front of the camera. Ethan, his parents, and his little sister all grinned broadly, their smiles lighting up the screen. They were a unit, a team, and in this moment, they looked nothing like the image of fame and stardom that Ethan had grown into. They were simply a family, full of love and joy.

As the final notes of Love Someone played, the video came to an end. Elena sat back in her chair, her heart swelling with emotions she hadn't expected. For the first time, Ethan didn't seem like an unreachable idol. He was just a guy, a brother, a son—someone with a family, with real memories, just like her.

She smiled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. Before she could process everything she'd just watched, she noticed the autoplay had kicked in, and another video was about to begin.

The title on the screen caught her attention: Blinding Lights.

Without a second thought, she clicked it.

Blinding Lights

Elena's fingers hovered over the mouse as she clicked the play button for Blinding Lights. The screen went dark for a split second, just long enough for Elena to feel a ripple of anticipation. Then, a burst of electric sound filled the room, and she was immediately enveloped by the beat—urgent, pulsing, and vibrant. The music flooded her ears as though it had always been part of her, every note sinking deep into her chest.

The video began with neon lights flashing across the screen in rapid succession, a dizzying blur of colors that almost felt like the world around her was spinning. Ethan appeared on the screen, his face half-shadowed, bathed in the cool glow of city lights. He walked with purpose, his expression intense, as though lost in thought or perhaps, lost in something deeper. The rhythmic, almost hypnotic beat pulsed through the video, reflecting the frenetic energy of the world surrounding him.

The visuals were fast-paced and surreal—quick cuts to dark streets, flashing signs, and a sense of being consumed by something larger than life. The city itself felt alive, a stark contrast to the quiet of Elena's room. But even in the rush of lights and motion, Ethan's face seemed to capture something raw—something Elena could relate to, even though she had never lived the kind of life he portrayed.

As the video continued, Elena felt her own heartbeat quicken, syncing with the beat. She couldn't help but notice how Ethan's face, despite the chaos around him, still held onto something that felt personal, familiar. The song's lyrics echoed in her mind: "I can't sleep until I feel your touch..."

Her thoughts drifted, and for a moment, Elena was no longer watching the video. She was lost in the music, the beat, the weight of the words, which spoke directly to a part of her heart she hadn't quite realized was aching. She hadn't realized it before, but Blinding Lights felt like a perfect reflection of her life, too.

The music itself seemed to be a call—a signal of desperation, of yearning. Elena had always felt like she was on the edge, caught somewhere between what was expected of her and what she truly wanted. The lights in the video, with their dizzying speed and energy, felt like her world at times—bright, overwhelming, and blinding her from everything around her. But beneath it all, there was a sense of loneliness, an overwhelming desire to be seen, to feel connected, to be found.

She found herself leaning forward, her breath catching as she watched Ethan move through the city streets. His movements were deliberate, but there was something lost about him, too—a searching quality in his eyes, as if he were looking for something just beyond his reach. She couldn't help but wonder if it was the same thing she was looking for.

The camera cut to scenes of him running, his face twisted in frustration, or perhaps longing. It was hard to tell. It was as if the song was telling a story that mirrored Elena's own emotions—a desire to escape, to feel alive, and at the same time, to be found. She felt seen by Ethan in that moment, even though they were miles apart. He understood her yearning, her longing to connect.

As the song built, Elena felt a knot form in her chest. Her thoughts tangled with the lyrics, imagining herself as part of the story. She understood what Ethan was singing about—"I'm blinded by the lights, no, I can't sleep until I feel your touch." It wasn't just a love song, not really. It was about the emptiness that comes with feeling lost, reaching for something or someone, and never quite finding it.

The video ended in a wash of lights and sound, leaving Elena with a lingering sense of urgency, like the song had woken something in her. She let out a slow breath, her hand still resting on her mouse. She didn't want the video to end; it had felt too real, too raw. She stared at the screen, her thoughts spinning, trying to process everything she had just experienced.

The song's energy still pulsed in her veins, and Elena realized she wasn't just a spectator. She was part of this story, too. She was searching, in her own way, trying to find her place in a world that often felt like it was moving too fast. Much like Ethan, she was figuring out who she was, who she wanted to be. And maybe, just maybe, she could find her own light in the process.

The song's energy still pulsed in her veins, and Elena realized she wasn't just a spectator. She was part of this story, too. She was searching, in her own way, trying to find her place in a world that often felt like it was moving too fast. Much like Ethan, she was figuring out who she was, who she wanted to be. And maybe, just maybe, she could find her own light in the process.

Her finger hovered over the screen, ready to click off the video, but she hesitated. There was something about Ethan's voice, his story, that made her feel less alone, less like an outsider. She wasn't sure where this connection was leading, but she knew one thing for certain: it wasn't just about the music anymore. It was about understanding, about sharing that space between them. The distance between her and Ethan suddenly didn't feel so vast.

Instead of clicking off, Elena clicked to watch the next video.

The title read 7 Years.

P.S I wrote another book ☺ if you like a business book and a book that shows a rich lifestyle you can check it out under my page i inherited trillions, now what? thanks another chapter coming today