The violins played a slow, soft, surreal melody as the French horns took up their cue and played a mildly impressionistic tune. The snare drums kicked in, just barely heard. He inhaled a breath of the slightly stuff studio air.

Pushing the air with his diaphragm through his experienced, vibrating vocal chords, he formed his lips to the words that had been designated to be sung.

"Okay, Bob. I'll see you soon."

"Sure will. Tomorrow. Same time."

He removed the headphones and carefully placed them atop the sheet music on the music stand. He put his left hand in the corresponding pocket and began to wander out of the building and down the street.

Along the way, he passed many friends. He gave each a wave, a handshake, or a high-five with his right hand.

He stepped into a coffeeshop and sat down in a booth. He ordered up a "cup of joe" and sat back, observing the people around him. His coffee arrived and he drank up while continuing his observations. All the while, he kept his hand in his pocket.

People looked at him. They knew who he was. They kept their distance, though. They at least respected his personal space. They obviously weren't obsessed fans.

He finished his coffee and paid his bill, then went to walk out the door. Before he could do so, a young girl rushed up with a napkin and a pen. She asked for his autograph, he happily signed and waved goodbye to everyone in the coffeeshop. He opened the door and began his journey home.

Every few feet or so, he would see someone he knew and he would wave to them. After a few minutes, he arrived home. He went inside to find his sisters lying on their stomachs on the floor, their heads propped up on their hands to that they might see the program playing on the big screen television. He cleared his throat and they turned to look at him.

Upon recognizing him, they got up and ran over to him, throwing their arms around him. His sister, Jessica, looked at the hand in his pocket and asked, "Whatcha got in there, Tay?"

A mischievious glint appeared in his eye. "Something for the two of you. You want it?"

They eyes of the two young girls turned eager and hopeful as they nodded their heads in unison. He pulled his hand from his pocket and with it the item he had been carrying around all day just so he could give it to his sisters. It was a pack of stickers that he had seen in a store and had purchased before he had gone in to the studio. He handed them to Jessica and Avery.

The girls practically squealed in delight before engulfing him in hugs, then running off giggling with a pack of new stickers. He smiled as they ran. He loved his brothers and sisters and the fact that he knew they loved him made everything in his life worthwhile.

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