The truth on tour is that I dearly miss my family and every second I'm away from them feels like an open wound.
Today I board a red-eye into the storm of a three week tour;
The glamorous life begins, and so I mask my sadness behind a facade of white teeth—which I paid top dollar for—and I celebrate the fact that I get paid to live my dream.
The present sometimes requires a delusional bliss; the paycheck helps, too!
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