Quote: Night after night, as Demon’s Curse performs for sold-out stadiums, I stand at the side of the stage, watching as the only man I’ve ever wanted pours his heart out in lyrics that I was too foolish and broken to hear. Night one in Paris, he had turned to me and sung about one day giving me the love he always thought I deserved. And every night since, he’s done the same, picking a song, turning to me, and making sure I truly hear him. Paris, night two, he turned to me and sang about the way his heart raced the first time he ever met me, and that still to this day, it was the greatest moment of his life. And I cried. Italy, night one, he turned to me and sang about the anger he felt when he realized he’d allowed me to slip away, and how he’s never felt whole since. And my heart shattered. Night two in Italy, he serenaded me with lyrics about how he would look up into the stars and picture wherever I was in the world, staring at the same dark sky. And the loneliness overwhelmed me. And now tonight, as he waves his hands back and forth in sync with fifty thousand other souls, his gaze locks on mine, and I listen to the whole stadium sing about how he will love me unconditionally until his final breath. And with that, I feel the anger and resentment finally begin to fade into a distant hum.