Ariana's Point Of View ~

'Yours Truly' World Tour (final show) | Los Angeles, California 

I scurry off the stage once the lights go out. The sound of the crowd is still heard as I am now backstage. The hustle, oh the hustle of a custom change. But my last one for the night, for the last song . . and for my final show. An extra set of hands from wardrobe as I slip gracefully into my final ensemble. It's nothing special . . just a floral dress. A quick touch of lip gloss is what I apply before I head back out. Microphone in my hand now. 

All done. 

I walk to the side of the stage, about to walk onto the stage but I must wait. I wait but only for a few seconds for the playback to start. There it is, I hear it. Okay, here I go. The crowd knows exactly what song it is as they scream louder from the excitement of the song that it now playing. The roar of them is overwhelming . . it's amazing to me. It makes me really happy. I love my fans so much. The lights are still out, still no more, as I make my way onto the stage. One heel in front of the other. The crowd can't yet see me but they still cheer knowing that my presence is close by as they are only able to hear me. Hearing the sound of my heels and then, the sound of those high notes that I sing right at the beginning of 'Right There' before I then hear 'if you wanna party. If you, if you wanna party . . '. 

And then I hear Big Sean's verse. 

I wait but I get ready, ready to sing. I hold the microphone, hovering it right over my mouth. The lights on now, finally revealing me. 

"Boy, you make me feel so lucky. Finally the stars align . . " 

"Never has it been so easy to be in love and to give you this heart of mine . . " 

I sing it with a skip in my step, a smile on my face. I am blessed, I am so lucky. For all this, I am very thankful as I look out to see so many people, so many fans . . my fans. It's just an endless sea of people of many ages, at different stages of life but I love that. As I look to the crowd, I begin to see lights turn on, some lights appear one at a time and some all at once. Phone torches. Sometimes I feel like I am singing to phones but it's for them to remember this. To take something home from tonight. 

"How can this be wrong when it feel so right? . . " 

"Yeah I really love you. I really love you . . " 

"Oh, and I never let you go . . " 

I'm standing right at the front of the stage. As I sing the chorus, I see my fans sing with me. It's insane. They know all the words . . each and every lyric like the song is so deeply embedded in their brains. Oh man. I am going to miss this. Tonight is my very last show. My 'Yours Truly' world tour is finally coming to an end. When this song is finished . . so is the tour. But I get to see Michael. It's just a whole lot of mixed emotions, I can't seem to pin point one in particular that I feel the most. I'm sad but I'm excited to get back to Michael, to see him in person . . finally. 

It's just so bittersweet. 

I stop singing to speak quickly into the microphone. "LA sing! . . " 

I hold the microphone out towards the crowd. I giggle as the microphone catches their voice, it's a combination of many voices singing along, louder than before. I can't wipe this smile from off my face. As I sing these lyrics, I only think of one person. This is a song I didn't write, not this time, but the lyrics seem to match how I feel about him. 

About Michael. 

Ugh, I miss him. He has come to see me while I have been on tour but he is busy too, so busy so he hasn't been able to stay for long at all. 

"You got it. You got it, babe. You got it . . " 

I walk back towards the microphone stand, placing it back in its holster before the second verse comes along. Michael on my mind as I sing. 

"I get butterflies just thinkin' about you boy, you're on my mind . . " 

"Sometimes I catch myself daydreamin' . . " 

"Lost in your eyes and I lose all track of time . . " 

The pre-chorus and chorus comes and goes once again to then allow Big Sean's playback to ring out throughout the stadium. I stand ready, knowing I have a single line at the end of this verse. I close my eyes as think of Michael, like I'm singing it right to him. 

"And I'll never let you go . . " 

It's the playback of the final chorus but it's me singing live, just doing ad lip which I love. I feel so free. 

"I'm never gonna changeeeeee! I'm always gonna staaaayyyy! . . " 

"I'm right there! Oooooohhhhh . . " 

"Your so different. No one compares . . " 

"And if you never change, I'm gonna stay right there. I'll always be right thereeee . . " 

The crowd moving to the beat as the outro playback plays. 

'If you wanna party. If you, if you wanna party . . ' 

I point out towards the entire crowd. "You got it! . . " 

 "I'll always beeee right thereeee . . " I sing out to them. 

I smile still from ear to ear. The crowd seeming to get in what they can of the song, of the show as it's about to come to an unfortunate end within minutes. The song slows down, until it stops. But it's the roar of the crowd that makes me wanna just sing another song right here and now. So the night will last forever. But, I have to get going myself. Back to Michael and I's home. Seeing as though we live together in Los Angeles and my tour finishing here, the travel isn't far away to get home. The crowd still cheers, it's almost deafening but ugh, I love it. 

I even begin to hear 'Ari, Ari, Ari . . ' as they chant my name over and over again. After a few seconds of getting my breath back, I speak to them into the microphone. 

"I love you, guys. Thank you so much for coming out tonight . . " 

I pout my lips of sadness, giggling. "But I have to go now, you guys . . " 

I blow the crowd a kiss, walking off the stage. Security with me straight away as I make my way to my waiting car backstage. I hand my microphone to someone before Jesse, head of my security, hands me a bottle of water. "Oh thank you, Jesse . . ". I open the bottle in a matter of seconds, taking a sip . . than another sip. Okay, one more sip. I can hear the constant chatter of the radios that my security hold with them at all times. Jesse speaks into it, answering a question asked to him. 

"I am walking with Ms Grande. Yes, car in right in-front of us . . " 

Jesse says. I hope into the car, Jesse hops in with me. As well as two other members of my security. The door closes as soon as everyone is accounted for. The adrenaline of it all still runs through me. I sit back in my seat, letting out a big sigh. Again, the feeling is so bittersweet. I didn't want it to end but at the same time, I get to see and be with Michael again as it's been a long road of being without him. The rehearsals, many interviews, album signings and fan meet and greets that come with touring the world. I love to do it but once I get to those final days of the tour . . I'm so beat. But I made my fans happy so that means, I'm happy. The car ride is only short as I look out the window to see the front gates of Michael and I's home. 

Oh, I have missed it here. 

It's super late so the paparazzi aren't around. Thankfully. Once again Jesse speaks into the radio. "Ms Grande is home. Please open the gate . . " 

It does. The car moving slowly up the long driveway, taking us right up to the front door. The car comes to a soft stop. I hear the click sound of many belts as we get ready to exist the car. The two other members of my security leave the car first, then Jesse. I know the drill. I wait. Until Jesse has done his cheeks, he looks around . . to his left, then his right. 

"Coast is clear out here, Ms Grande . . " Jesse says. 

His hand out, I take it. It's harmless, don't worry. Jesse is just helping me out of the car is all. I walk towards the opened front door as my other two members of my security have gone in, doing their checks before I enter the house. The come out, hands together in front of them. 

"All clear in the house, Jesse . . " They inform him. 

I walk in, looking around. "Is Michael here, Jesse? . . " I ask him softly. 

"I have been informed that Mr Jackson is at the studio, Ms Grande . . " 

I nod, chuckling to myself. Shocked? . . hardly. That's just Michael being Michael, I always say. He'll be home whenever he's tired of being the workaholic that he is. I make my way towards the staircase as Jesse and the rest of security remain downstairs. 

"Call me if you need anything, Ms Grande . . " 

I flash him a tired smile. "Thank you Jesse . . " 

Our bedroom before me now. Oh wow. I have missed this bed. I take a quick shower, slipping on some panties and my silk nightgown. A baby pink colour that sits just above my knees. I hop into bed. Thinking about the tour with apart of me not quite believing that I'm home. My back sinks into the soft mattress, my head rests onto the loving pillow. Hmm, that's better. I am exhausted. 

Totally and completely. 

Touring always take it out of me. I wish to wait for Michael to come home but I can't keep my eyes open much longer. They close, but with him in my mind, always. I can't wait to see him. Hmm, it's so good to be home. 

to be continued. 

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