August 20, 2025 • 16 mins
#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #emotionalrevenge #traumastory #musichope #familyhorror #viralpayback In Part 2 of this gripping emotional horror-drama, the aftermath of the viral assault continues to haunt the young musician. As public judgment intensifies and opportunities seem lost, his father's secret plan is set into motion—one rooted in both love and vengeance. But when protection turns into obsession, and justice starts to look like violence, the line between hero and villain begins to blur. A story of redemption, trauma, and the high price of chasing dreams in a world quick to destroy them. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, revenge, trauma, viralbeatdown, musicdream, redemption, fatherandson, obsession, justiceorrevenge, darkfamilysecrets, emotionalhorror, survival, publicshame, hauntingpast, psychologicaldrama
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
His whole body felt like one giant bruise. Every breath
sharp and jagged, like he was inhaling broken glass. The
fluorescent lights above didn't help either, They just made everything
look washed out and cold. He'd been lying there for
what felt like forever, staring at the sterile, white ceiling,
when finally the door creaked open. The doctor, a tall
(00:21):
guy with tired eyes and a clipboard tucked under his arm,
stepped in and said, in that calm, professional tone doctors
always use, You'll be all right. You're lucky, no fractures,
just some swelling and bruising. Lucky. Noah let the word
roll around in his head for a moment. He wasn't sure.
He agreed, Lucky people don't end up in hospital beds
(00:44):
with their faces swollen like a punching bag and their
ribs screaming every time they tried to inhale. When Sarah
and Mia were finally allowed in, they came in like
a gust of warm air after a winter storm. Sarah
rushed straight to his side and perched on the edge
of the bed, her hand instinctively reaching for his, but
she didn't say anything right away. Milla hovered a few
(01:06):
steps behind her, biting her lip nervously, as if unsure
whether to speak or stay silent. Noah kept his face
turned toward the wall, like he couldn't quite bring himself
to look at them. Yet, after what felt like forever,
his voice cracked through the heavy silence. Why do you
think he did it? Sarah's breath hitched, her hand tightened
(01:26):
around his. I don't know, she whispered, her voice breaking.
I'm so sorry, Noah. I shouldn't have brought him back
into our lives. I thought he changed, I thought, she
swallowed hard, shaking her head. I thought he really wanted
to make things right. I never imagined he'd do this.
(01:49):
Noah finally turned his head toward her. His eyes were bloodshot,
his cheeks streaked with tears that made his battered face
look even more fragile. It's okay, he murmured, his voice
barely above a whisper. You're too good for him. He
was just using you like he always did. He's a monster.
(02:09):
Mia stayed quiet, her own tears sliding silently down her
face as she watched them. She'd never seen Noah like this,
so broken, so raw. The room felt heavy, the kind
of heaviness that settles deep in your chest and makes
it hard to breathe. After a while, Mia wiped at
her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. She pulled
(02:30):
out her phone, almost as if she needed a distraction,
and glanced at the screen. Then a faint smile tugged
at her lips. Hey, she said, softly, stepping closer. The
concert didn't end when you left. Noah frowned, It didn't,
Mia shook her head. Nope, it went on. I've been
(02:52):
checking on mine. There's actually something pretty amazing happening right now.
Sarah looked up, her brows furrowed. What do you mean.
Mia turned her phone around so they could see. On
the screen was a crowd funding campaign with Noah's picture
plastered across the top. Beneath it was a message explaining
what had happened, clarifying that it wasn't some random fight
(03:14):
or fan gone crazy. It was Noah's father who'd attacked him.
But that wasn't all. Below the fundraiser there was a
post about another concert. Fans were organizing an event for
Noah to perform again once he recovered. They're raising money
for your medical bills. Mia explained, her voice soft but
full of warmth, and they want to see you perform again.
(03:38):
They're rooting for you, Noah. Noah stared at the screen,
his mouth slightly open. I I don't know if I
can do this, he muttered. I don't even know if
I should be happy about this. Sarah patted his arm gently.
Don't think about that right now, baby, You need to rest,
(03:59):
get better first. We'll figure the rest out later. You've
been through enough for one day. He nodded weakly, his
eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion threatened to drag him under again.
Where's where's that monster? He asked quietly, his voice barely audible.
MIA's expression hardened. He's in jail. They opened a case
(04:22):
for assault, so he won't be coming near you. Not here,
not anywhere. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile crossed Noah's face
at the thought his father locked up exactly where he
should have been years ago. A few days later, Noah
was discharged from the hospital. The world outside felt strange,
(04:44):
too loud and too bright compared to the quiet sterility
of the hospital. Life seemed to be settling into something
resembling normalcy, or at least as normal as it could get.
After being beaten on stage by your own dad. The
fan's concert plans had turned into something matter far beyond
anything Noah could have imagined. Media outlets called him a
(05:05):
symbol of resilience and ran stories about his rocky relationship
with his father. Support poured in from everywhere, messages, donations,
people posting videos saying how much his music had helped
them through dark times. But in the middle of all
that noise, there was a quiet sadness Noah couldn't shake.
(05:26):
He and Mia sat in their tiny rented house one evening,
the calm almost unsettling after everything they'd been through. The
piece was broken by the shrill ring of his phone.
Hey mam, he said warmly, after picking up. What's up?
Her voice sounded shaky, sweetheart, you need to come home fast.
(05:47):
Noah's stomach dropped. Why what's going on? Just come You'll
see when you get here. Is he back, Noah asked,
dread pooling in his gut. No, No, he's still locked up.
It's something else. Just please come home. I can't explain
(06:08):
over the phone. His fingers tightened around the phone. O K,
I'll be there soon. Mia looked up from the couch
concern etched on her face. What's wrong? I don't know,
Noah said, grabbing his keys. She just told me to
come over. Something's up. I'll come with you, she offered. Standing.
(06:30):
Noah gently placed a hand on her shoulder. You need
to rest, especially with the baby. I'll be quick. I'll
call you as soon as I know what's going on.
Mia hesitated, but nodded, O, K be careful. Noah kissed
her forehead before heading out the door. When he arrived
(06:51):
at his mom's house, he found her pacing in the
living room like a caged animal. She froze when she
saw him. Mam, what's going on? You're scaring me. She
didn't say anything at first, just pointed to the laptop
sitting open on the coffee table. Go read the email,
she said quietly. Noah frowned, but crossed the room. He
(07:14):
sat down and glanced at the screen. The subject line
hit him like a punch to the gut, to my wife.
With trembling hands, he started reading, Hi, Sarah, I'm writing
this knowing you'll get a daze after everything has happened.
The reason I attacked our son on stage wasn't out
of anger or hatred. It was because I wanted to
(07:35):
help him. I knew that if I did this, the
internet and the world would sympathize with him. He'd finally
get his chance to shine as a musician. People love
rooting for the underdog. By making myself the villain, I
knew he'd get the exposure he needed. I know we
were trying to rebuild our relationship, but our child is
(07:55):
more important than anything. That's why I sacrificed what we
had for him. I just hope it worked out the
way I planned. Please don't tell him why I did this.
If he finds out, he might act emotionally and ruin
his own career. I love you, and I hope in
time you can forgive me. By the time Noah finished reading,
(08:19):
his hands were trembling so badly he almost dropped the laptop.
His chest felt like it was caving in. He he
did all this on purpose, Noah whispered, his voice hoarse.
Sarah nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. I couldn't keep
it from you. I tried, but I had to show
(08:40):
you he wasn't the man you thought he was. He
he loved you in his own messed up way. Noah
felt like the room was closing in on him, like
all the air had been supped out. Without saying another word,
he turned and walked out the door. Sarah didn't try
to stop him. She knew he needed space. The night
(09:03):
air was cold, biting into his skin. As he drove
to the police station, every mile felt heavier than the last.
When he arrived, he walked up to the front desk
and said, I want to see my father. The guard
eyed him carefully. What do you plan to do? Just talk?
After a long pause, the guard nodded, all right, follow me.
(09:25):
The hall way felt endless, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead
as they walked. When Noah finally reached his father's cell,
Richard didn't look surprised. Go away. Richard muttered, I know.
Richard's head snapped up. What do you know? Mam showed
me the E mail silence. I need to come clean
(09:46):
about something. Some of you already know parts of the story,
but you don't know the whole truth. And honestly, it's
eating me alive. The night my dad attacked me on stage.
It wasn't random, it wasn't out of hatred or anger.
It was part of his plan. He he did it
(10:06):
because he thought it would help me. He thought that
if people saw me as a victim, they'd rally around me,
that I'd finally get my break. And maybe he wasn't wrong,
because here I am with more support than I ever
imagined possible. But I can't live with this if you
all don't know the truth. I can't perform at a
(10:26):
concert built on something that wasn't real. My father sacrificed
his freedom, our relationship, and his reputation because he wanted
to give me a chance to succeed. I don't know
if I can ever forgive him, but I do know
he doesn't deserve to rod in jail for something he
did to help me. So now you know, if you
want to hate me, cancel me, or walk away, I
(10:49):
get it, but I had to tell you the truth.
He stopped, recording, his finger hovering over the post button.
His heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Me
a reach, gently placing her hand on his Are you
sure about this? Once it's out there, you can't take
it back. I'm sure, he whispered, though his voice quivered
(11:10):
with uncertainty. I don't want my career if it's built
on a lie. Okay, she said softly. Then I'm with
you no matter what happens. With a deep breath, Noah
posted the video. The internet exploded. Comments poured him by
the thousands, some supportive, others furious, and some just confused.
(11:32):
This is insane, So his dad planned the whole thing.
I respect him for telling the truth. That takes guts.
It feels like manipulation. How do we know they didn't
plan this together? Cancel them both? This is gross. News
outlets picked it up within hours, running headlines like rising
musician reveals father's shocking plan behind on stage attack and
(11:55):
was it all a lie? Noah turned off his phone.
He couldn't take it in any more. He spent the
rest of the night sitting on the couch, staring at
the floor while Mia rubbed his back in silence. The
next morning, there was a knock at the door. When
Noah opened it, Sarah stood there, her face pale and
eyes red from crying. Sweetheart, she said, her voice breaking.
(12:20):
I saw the video. He stepped aside to let her in.
You didn't have to do that, she said gently. Your
father he wanted you to succeed. He didn't care what
happened to him. I couldn't keep living with the weight
of it, Noah replied, his voice horse. Everyone needed to
know the truth. Sarah sat down, burying her face in
(12:41):
her hands. You're so much like him, she whispered, too much.
That's what scares me. I'm not like him. Noah shot back,
a little harsher than he intended. I'm not going to
abandon my family. I'm not going to make reckless choices
and justify them. Later, Sarah looked up, tears streaming down
(13:02):
her cheeks. You already made one. You just risked everything.
Noah shook his head. I risked a career that's different.
Family matters more. Sarah didn't argue. Instead, she pulled him
into a hug, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
The following week felt like limbo. The concert organizers called Noah,
(13:27):
saying they weren't sure if they could move forward with
the show. Sponsors were pulling out, and fans were divided.
Half wanted to boycott him, the other half sent messages
of encouragement, saying his honesty inspired them. Mia sat with
him late one night, scrolling through messages. This one says
(13:47):
You're the only artist I trust now because you're real,
and this one says you're done, You're canceled. Pack it up.
Stop reading them, Noah muttered, it's making my head spin.
Then listen to me, Mia said, firmly, putting the phone down.
You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't ask your dad
(14:08):
to do that. You told the truth. That's all you
could do. Noah rubbed his temples. I don't know if
it was enough. It was enough for me, Mia said softly.
He looked at her, his eyes falling to her growing belly.
A pang of guilt shot through him. I just don't
want our kid to grow up seeing me as a fraud.
(14:30):
They won't, Mia said, They'll see you as someone who
fought to be honest, no matter the cost. Two days
before the concert was supposed to happen, Noah got another call.
This time it was from the organizers. We've decided to
move forward. The woman on the other end said, most
of the fans still want the concert. We'll need to
(14:51):
scale it down a bit, but it's happening. Noah nearly
dropped the phone. You're serious, yes, but Noah, you need
to address this on stage. Be honest. That's the only
way people will trust you. Again, I understand, he said quietly.
When he hung up, Milla looked at him expectantly. It's
(15:13):
back on, he said, a faint smile, tugging at the
corners of his lips. They're giving me one last chance.
She grinned and threw her arms around him. You're going
to crush it. I don't know, he admitted, but I'll
give it everything I've got. The night of the concert arrived.
The venue wasn't as big as originally planned, but the
(15:33):
seats were packed. Fans held up signs that read we
believe you and Noah Forever. As he stepped on to
the stage, the crowd erupted into applause, but Noah could
still feel the weight of the doubters watching from behind
their screens. He took a deep breath and stepped up
to the mic. Hey everyone, he began, his voice, carrying
(15:55):
through the venue. Before I play a single note, I
need to say this, the audience fell silent. Everything that
happened with my dad, it wasn't what you thought. It
wasn't random, it wasn't staged either. It was his messed
up way of helping me. I didn't know about it
until after I told you the truth, because I couldn't
(16:18):
stand here and sing knowing it was all built on
a lie. If you're still here, thank you. If you're
watching from home and you're angry, I understand, but I
promise you every song you're about to hear comes from
my heart, no one else's. There was a beat of silence,
then some one in the crowd shouted, we love you, Noah.
(16:39):
The room erupted in cheers. Tears stung his eyes as
he gripped the mic tighter. All right, then let's do this,
and for the first time in weeks, he smiled, really smiled.
This was his second chance and he wasn't going to
waste it. The end
His whole body felt like one giant bruise. Every breath
sharp and jagged, like he was inhaling broken glass. The
fluorescent lights above didn't help either, They just made everything
look washed out and cold. He'd been lying there for
what felt like forever, staring at the sterile, white ceiling,
when finally the door creaked open. The doctor, a tall
(00:21):
guy with tired eyes and a clipboard tucked under his arm,
stepped in and said, in that calm, professional tone doctors
always use, You'll be all right. You're lucky, no fractures,
just some swelling and bruising. Lucky. Noah let the word
roll around in his head for a moment. He wasn't sure.
He agreed, Lucky people don't end up in hospital beds
(00:44):
with their faces swollen like a punching bag and their
ribs screaming every time they tried to inhale. When Sarah
and Mia were finally allowed in, they came in like
a gust of warm air after a winter storm. Sarah
rushed straight to his side and perched on the edge
of the bed, her hand instinctively reaching for his, but
she didn't say anything right away. Milla hovered a few
(01:06):
steps behind her, biting her lip nervously, as if unsure
whether to speak or stay silent. Noah kept his face
turned toward the wall, like he couldn't quite bring himself
to look at them. Yet, after what felt like forever,
his voice cracked through the heavy silence. Why do you
think he did it? Sarah's breath hitched, her hand tightened
(01:26):
around his. I don't know, she whispered, her voice breaking.
I'm so sorry, Noah. I shouldn't have brought him back
into our lives. I thought he changed, I thought, she
swallowed hard, shaking her head. I thought he really wanted
to make things right. I never imagined he'd do this.
(01:49):
Noah finally turned his head toward her. His eyes were bloodshot,
his cheeks streaked with tears that made his battered face
look even more fragile. It's okay, he murmured, his voice
barely above a whisper. You're too good for him. He
was just using you like he always did. He's a monster.
(02:09):
Mia stayed quiet, her own tears sliding silently down her
face as she watched them. She'd never seen Noah like this,
so broken, so raw. The room felt heavy, the kind
of heaviness that settles deep in your chest and makes
it hard to breathe. After a while, Mia wiped at
her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. She pulled
(02:30):
out her phone, almost as if she needed a distraction,
and glanced at the screen. Then a faint smile tugged
at her lips. Hey, she said, softly, stepping closer. The
concert didn't end when you left. Noah frowned, It didn't,
Mia shook her head. Nope, it went on. I've been
(02:52):
checking on mine. There's actually something pretty amazing happening right now.
Sarah looked up, her brows furrowed. What do you mean.
Mia turned her phone around so they could see. On
the screen was a crowd funding campaign with Noah's picture
plastered across the top. Beneath it was a message explaining
what had happened, clarifying that it wasn't some random fight
(03:14):
or fan gone crazy. It was Noah's father who'd attacked him.
But that wasn't all. Below the fundraiser there was a
post about another concert. Fans were organizing an event for
Noah to perform again once he recovered. They're raising money
for your medical bills. Mia explained, her voice soft but
full of warmth, and they want to see you perform again.
(03:38):
They're rooting for you, Noah. Noah stared at the screen,
his mouth slightly open. I I don't know if I
can do this, he muttered. I don't even know if
I should be happy about this. Sarah patted his arm gently.
Don't think about that right now, baby, You need to rest,
(03:59):
get better first. We'll figure the rest out later. You've
been through enough for one day. He nodded weakly, his
eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion threatened to drag him under again.
Where's where's that monster? He asked quietly, his voice barely audible.
MIA's expression hardened. He's in jail. They opened a case
(04:22):
for assault, so he won't be coming near you. Not here,
not anywhere. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile crossed Noah's face
at the thought his father locked up exactly where he
should have been years ago. A few days later, Noah
was discharged from the hospital. The world outside felt strange,
(04:44):
too loud and too bright compared to the quiet sterility
of the hospital. Life seemed to be settling into something
resembling normalcy, or at least as normal as it could get.
After being beaten on stage by your own dad. The
fan's concert plans had turned into something matter far beyond
anything Noah could have imagined. Media outlets called him a
(05:05):
symbol of resilience and ran stories about his rocky relationship
with his father. Support poured in from everywhere, messages, donations,
people posting videos saying how much his music had helped
them through dark times. But in the middle of all
that noise, there was a quiet sadness Noah couldn't shake.
(05:26):
He and Mia sat in their tiny rented house one evening,
the calm almost unsettling after everything they'd been through. The
piece was broken by the shrill ring of his phone.
Hey mam, he said warmly, after picking up. What's up?
Her voice sounded shaky, sweetheart, you need to come home fast.
(05:47):
Noah's stomach dropped. Why what's going on? Just come You'll
see when you get here. Is he back, Noah asked,
dread pooling in his gut. No, No, he's still locked up.
It's something else. Just please come home. I can't explain
(06:08):
over the phone. His fingers tightened around the phone. O K,
I'll be there soon. Mia looked up from the couch
concern etched on her face. What's wrong? I don't know,
Noah said, grabbing his keys. She just told me to
come over. Something's up. I'll come with you, she offered. Standing.
(06:30):
Noah gently placed a hand on her shoulder. You need
to rest, especially with the baby. I'll be quick. I'll
call you as soon as I know what's going on.
Mia hesitated, but nodded, O, K be careful. Noah kissed
her forehead before heading out the door. When he arrived
(06:51):
at his mom's house, he found her pacing in the
living room like a caged animal. She froze when she
saw him. Mam, what's going on? You're scaring me. She
didn't say anything at first, just pointed to the laptop
sitting open on the coffee table. Go read the email,
she said quietly. Noah frowned, but crossed the room. He
(07:14):
sat down and glanced at the screen. The subject line
hit him like a punch to the gut, to my wife.
With trembling hands, he started reading, Hi, Sarah, I'm writing
this knowing you'll get a daze after everything has happened.
The reason I attacked our son on stage wasn't out
of anger or hatred. It was because I wanted to
(07:35):
help him. I knew that if I did this, the
internet and the world would sympathize with him. He'd finally
get his chance to shine as a musician. People love
rooting for the underdog. By making myself the villain, I
knew he'd get the exposure he needed. I know we
were trying to rebuild our relationship, but our child is
(07:55):
more important than anything. That's why I sacrificed what we
had for him. I just hope it worked out the
way I planned. Please don't tell him why I did this.
If he finds out, he might act emotionally and ruin
his own career. I love you, and I hope in
time you can forgive me. By the time Noah finished reading,
(08:19):
his hands were trembling so badly he almost dropped the laptop.
His chest felt like it was caving in. He he
did all this on purpose, Noah whispered, his voice hoarse.
Sarah nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. I couldn't keep
it from you. I tried, but I had to show
(08:40):
you he wasn't the man you thought he was. He
he loved you in his own messed up way. Noah
felt like the room was closing in on him, like
all the air had been supped out. Without saying another word,
he turned and walked out the door. Sarah didn't try
to stop him. She knew he needed space. The night
(09:03):
air was cold, biting into his skin. As he drove
to the police station, every mile felt heavier than the last.
When he arrived, he walked up to the front desk
and said, I want to see my father. The guard
eyed him carefully. What do you plan to do? Just talk?
After a long pause, the guard nodded, all right, follow me.
(09:25):
The hall way felt endless, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead
as they walked. When Noah finally reached his father's cell,
Richard didn't look surprised. Go away. Richard muttered, I know.
Richard's head snapped up. What do you know? Mam showed
me the E mail silence. I need to come clean
(09:46):
about something. Some of you already know parts of the story,
but you don't know the whole truth. And honestly, it's
eating me alive. The night my dad attacked me on stage.
It wasn't random, it wasn't out of hatred or anger.
It was part of his plan. He he did it
(10:06):
because he thought it would help me. He thought that
if people saw me as a victim, they'd rally around me,
that I'd finally get my break. And maybe he wasn't wrong,
because here I am with more support than I ever
imagined possible. But I can't live with this if you
all don't know the truth. I can't perform at a
(10:26):
concert built on something that wasn't real. My father sacrificed
his freedom, our relationship, and his reputation because he wanted
to give me a chance to succeed. I don't know
if I can ever forgive him, but I do know
he doesn't deserve to rod in jail for something he
did to help me. So now you know, if you
want to hate me, cancel me, or walk away, I
(10:49):
get it, but I had to tell you the truth.
He stopped, recording, his finger hovering over the post button.
His heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Me
a reach, gently placing her hand on his Are you
sure about this? Once it's out there, you can't take
it back. I'm sure, he whispered, though his voice quivered
(11:10):
with uncertainty. I don't want my career if it's built
on a lie. Okay, she said softly. Then I'm with
you no matter what happens. With a deep breath, Noah
posted the video. The internet exploded. Comments poured him by
the thousands, some supportive, others furious, and some just confused.
(11:32):
This is insane, So his dad planned the whole thing.
I respect him for telling the truth. That takes guts.
It feels like manipulation. How do we know they didn't
plan this together? Cancel them both? This is gross. News
outlets picked it up within hours, running headlines like rising
musician reveals father's shocking plan behind on stage attack and
(11:55):
was it all a lie? Noah turned off his phone.
He couldn't take it in any more. He spent the
rest of the night sitting on the couch, staring at
the floor while Mia rubbed his back in silence. The
next morning, there was a knock at the door. When
Noah opened it, Sarah stood there, her face pale and
eyes red from crying. Sweetheart, she said, her voice breaking.
(12:20):
I saw the video. He stepped aside to let her in.
You didn't have to do that, she said gently. Your
father he wanted you to succeed. He didn't care what
happened to him. I couldn't keep living with the weight
of it, Noah replied, his voice horse. Everyone needed to
know the truth. Sarah sat down, burying her face in
(12:41):
her hands. You're so much like him, she whispered, too much.
That's what scares me. I'm not like him. Noah shot back,
a little harsher than he intended. I'm not going to
abandon my family. I'm not going to make reckless choices
and justify them. Later, Sarah looked up, tears streaming down
(13:02):
her cheeks. You already made one. You just risked everything.
Noah shook his head. I risked a career that's different.
Family matters more. Sarah didn't argue. Instead, she pulled him
into a hug, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
The following week felt like limbo. The concert organizers called Noah,
(13:27):
saying they weren't sure if they could move forward with
the show. Sponsors were pulling out, and fans were divided.
Half wanted to boycott him, the other half sent messages
of encouragement, saying his honesty inspired them. Mia sat with
him late one night, scrolling through messages. This one says
(13:47):
You're the only artist I trust now because you're real,
and this one says you're done, You're canceled. Pack it up.
Stop reading them, Noah muttered, it's making my head spin.
Then listen to me, Mia said, firmly, putting the phone down.
You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't ask your dad
(14:08):
to do that. You told the truth. That's all you
could do. Noah rubbed his temples. I don't know if
it was enough. It was enough for me, Mia said softly.
He looked at her, his eyes falling to her growing belly.
A pang of guilt shot through him. I just don't
want our kid to grow up seeing me as a fraud.
(14:30):
They won't, Mia said, They'll see you as someone who
fought to be honest, no matter the cost. Two days
before the concert was supposed to happen, Noah got another call.
This time it was from the organizers. We've decided to
move forward. The woman on the other end said, most
of the fans still want the concert. We'll need to
(14:51):
scale it down a bit, but it's happening. Noah nearly
dropped the phone. You're serious, yes, but Noah, you need
to address this on stage. Be honest. That's the only
way people will trust you. Again, I understand, he said quietly.
When he hung up, Milla looked at him expectantly. It's
(15:13):
back on, he said, a faint smile, tugging at the
corners of his lips. They're giving me one last chance.
She grinned and threw her arms around him. You're going
to crush it. I don't know, he admitted, but I'll
give it everything I've got. The night of the concert arrived.
The venue wasn't as big as originally planned, but the
(15:33):
seats were packed. Fans held up signs that read we
believe you and Noah Forever. As he stepped on to
the stage, the crowd erupted into applause, but Noah could
still feel the weight of the doubters watching from behind
their screens. He took a deep breath and stepped up
to the mic. Hey everyone, he began, his voice, carrying
(15:55):
through the venue. Before I play a single note, I
need to say this, the audience fell silent. Everything that
happened with my dad, it wasn't what you thought. It
wasn't random, it wasn't staged either. It was his messed
up way of helping me. I didn't know about it
until after I told you the truth, because I couldn't
(16:18):
stand here and sing knowing it was all built on
a lie. If you're still here, thank you. If you're
watching from home and you're angry, I understand, but I
promise you every song you're about to hear comes from
my heart, no one else's. There was a beat of silence,
then some one in the crowd shouted, we love you, Noah.
(16:39):
The room erupted in cheers. Tears stung his eyes as
he gripped the mic tighter. All right, then let's do this,
and for the first time in weeks, he smiled, really smiled.
This was his second chance and he wasn't going to
waste it. The end
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