The audience went quiet and I could even hear the beat of my heart. I looked back at Phamela and smiled a little bit.
I extended my hand to Olivia and held her,
"I love Tawny... A part of me will always love Tawny, but I'm not in love with her."
Liv squeezed my hand a little bit. I turned to look at her, "but her... My my... she holds my heart at a safer place.. And I hers."
"okay I just think our artist turned into a writer right in front of our eyes. That was beautifully said Amora. So what are your plans from now onwards guys.."
"umh Phamela Amora lost everything because of a misunderstanding that the people turned to something bigger than it was. She lost the artists she sighed and no one seems to be interested in a work done by a whore...as they call her." Liv said and shook her head," you know, People turn to forget that we all have our dirty laundry. For some of us we are lucky it's not out there for the world to have opinions on. I'm not perfect, she's not perfect.. But we ma
