It had been a long day, filled with the pressures of fame and the constant scrutiny that comes with it. People like Taylor Swift were upset with me for drawing larger crowds to my concerts than them. It's not something I intentionally set out to do, but it seems that my passion for music has resonated with audiences in a way that others might find threatening.
After the chaos of the day settled down, I found myself alone with him. He was someone I trusted, someone who had always supported me and believed in my talent. But as we stood there together in silence, he crossed a line that should never have been crossed.
His hand reached out towards me, his touch sending shivers down my spine. And then suddenly, without warning or consent, he touched my breasts. My heart raced in shock and disbelief at what was happening.
I tried to push him away gently at first, hoping maybe it was just a misunderstanding or an accident. But his grip tightened on me as if claiming ownership over my body.
I felt violated and vulnerable in that moment – stripped of all power and control over myself. How could someone who claimed to care about me do something so violating?
The weight of his actions lingered heavily on my mind afterwards - haunting every thought and emotion within me.
But despite this violation against me...against everything I stand for...there is still love within me; love for music which has always provided solace during moments of darkness like these.
I am determined not to let this experience define or break me.I will rise above it stronger than before because music is where true healing lies.