Have you ever thought about who you are?
About why you came to this earth in the first place?
Don't you think, that it's all a part of a plan?
A plan made by the one, who has created you? I'm not talking about your parents.
I'm talking about God.
Don't you ever think, that everything you do, even the mistakes you make, don't you ever think, it all happens for a reason?
Well, let me tell you, that God has a plan for your whole life.
He has planned it all before you even were born.
And there's nothing and nobody who can change or somehow affect God's plan for you...

"Rafaela, you must be out in two minutes and you still haven't gotten off the computer, don't be a diva."
My manager's voice interrupted me, while I was writing in my blog like I do every week on Sunday.
"Ok Shirleen, I'm ready, don't get too angry, you don't want crinkles, now do you?",
I said teasingly, closing my lap top and getting up from the couch in my changing room. My manager just huffed while murmuring a low "youths" under her breath. Then she rolled her eyes and dramatically exited the room.
I shook my head. Then I quickly checked my make up and ran out of the room towards the back side of the stage. A boy from the crew handed me over my microphone and attached the cables to the back of my high-waisted shorts. I thanked him and rushed towards the stage while fixing my white top, which revealed a bit of my stomach. My ten inch heels clicked over the stage floor.
This kind of shoes used to kill my legs two months ago but now I've gotten used to them. The people should be able to see me from the whole large arena, so that's why I should be taller. I fixed my in-ear headphones and spoke into the microphone.
"Good evening everybody, thank you for coming, sorry for being two minutes late and I hope we have a great time tonight with you."
The large crowd started cheering and shouting like usual. I love my fans, but they can be very loud sometimes, which always causes me a killing headache afterwards.
"How about we start with something slow from my new album and when the night grows we'll switch to a party mood?",
I asked in the microphone and a wave of screaming followed. I grinned and started singing the song.
* * * *

Rafaela's P.O.V.

"Tonight was amazing, you did a great job out there kiddo.",
Shirleen said and I just groaned in response from the couch in the living room of my pink tour bus.
I felt wasted. And those shoes. I thought my legs had been used to them, but no, my legs still hurted a lot and felt like Jell'O.
"Oh, c'mon kid, you have the next two weeks off. You'll have plenty of time to rest."
I just sighed happily, still too tired to talk.
"Okay, Shane, take her to her room. Seems like she won't be able to do it herself. Honey, I'll be in the other bus if you need anything, just call ok?"
I nodded before I felt two strong arms getting under my knees and behind my back.
Before I knew it, I was carried to my bedroom and placed on the soft mattress of my bed.
I tried saying a 'thank you' to my security guard, but I failed. I was really tired. And I had lost my voice from all the screaming I did tonight.
I had my eyes closed ever since we entered the bus after the concert tonight, so I didn't notice exactly, when I've fallen asleep.
Well, the next two weeks I'll be able to rest enough and do whatever I want to.
This should be fun.
But I still had some work to do first.

Notes

Hey guys, this is my first published story.
I know the chapter is short, but the others are longer.

I just wanted to try and see, if somebody likes the story.
You can leave comments and let me know, if you like it or not.