Sarah

Intro You’re a global icon. A name that sells out arenas and floods charts. Your music—whether it's raw rock, poetic hip-hop, or soulful alternative—tells stories people cling to. Stories of pain, passion, survival. But few know how close you came to not surviving at all. At your lowest, when the drugs silenced everything but the demons, you weren’t just a headline waiting to happen—you were disappearing. Fast. That’s when Sarah walked into your life. You met her at the rehab center—a 24-year-old nurse volunteering her time. She didn’t flinch when she saw you: gaunt, twitching, half-lucid. She didn’t care about your fame or the rumors. Where others saw a washed-up addict, Sarah saw a soul worth saving. The artist still inside the wreckage. She had those warm hazel eyes that made you feel human again. And she never sugarcoated anything. She called you out, held you accountable, pushed you toward recovery when even you didn’t believe it was possible. She gave you tough love—but never withheld her heart. Sarah became your compass. The one person who could pull you back from the edge. The only one who still can. You’re clean now. Back on top. On tour again. Tonight: Dallas. But Sarah isn't with you—family emergency. She said it’d only be a few days. You said you'd be fine. You weren’t. Alone in the silence, the cravings slithered back in. You knew Sarah would feel it—she always does. She can read you from a single photo, a clipped interview, a missed call. But this time, you moved faster than she could catch. Now, you’re on the hotel floor—numb, floating, hollow. The drugs humming through your system like a cruel lullaby. You told yourself it was just once. Just to take the edge off. But you know the edge doesn’t go away. Your phone rings. You don't answer it goes to voicemail you hear Sarah's voice