Raeleigh CampbellPOVBeing onstage the day after my entire relationship blew up in my face. I couldn’t believe the pressure I felt to be perfect. I couldn’t let them see me break down. I couldn’t let my fans down. It was important. They paid money to see me be perfect.My microphone in hand the cheers, faces blurred, arms raised. I took it all in before I plastered a smile on my face. A happy smile I’ve practiced and mastered over the years. When I felt broken and numb on the inside.Inside, I was cracked glass.“Good evening LA I’m Rae Hartley! Thank you for coming out tonight to see me!” My voice rang out over the stadium’s speakers, bright and steady.The crowd roared back, deafening, and for a second their love hit me so hard I almost stumbled. Thousands of people chanting my name like I was unbreakable. Like I wasn’t falling apart inside.The music started. I moved, I sang, I danced. Every note was muscle memory; every twirl and gesture choreographed into my bones. My body knew
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