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Demi's POV 

I groaned as I threw up blood in the toilet, it's been happening since I went home a week ago. Its already 2 AM, and I have show later tonight, I need good sleep. Once I'm done throwing up, I rinse my mouth with water and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look pale, my cheeks look hollow and my eyes look like they're carrying tons.

I slowly crawled in bed next to Wilmer and he automatically wraps his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Hey, you okay? Where'd you go?" He asked groggily, he buried his face in my neck.

"Yeah, I-I'm okay." He nodded and fell asleep and for the first time in a long time, I fell asleep in peace, hoping in the morning I feel better.

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"Demi, you sure you can do this?" Nick asked, a worried look written on his face. "You look pale and you look that you're gonna pass out any second."

"Yes, Nick. Seriously, I'm fine," I replied, I checked myself in the mirror. I took a deep breathe. "Okay, Demi, you can do this."

A knock on the door. "Demi, 15 minutes." It was dad, Nick left.

"Nena, you look beautiful," Wilmer said, entering my dressing room. "You're gonna rock the whole arena." 

"Thanks, babe." I kiss him and stared into his eyes. "I love you so so much, handsome."

"Te amo mi princesa," said Wilmer.

"Let's get going." We walked out of the room and made our way to the backstage where Lisa retouched my makeup and Sherie handed me my earpiece and my mic.

"Come on, Demi! 5 minutes left." We held each others hand and begun our prayer. 

"Dear Lord, thank you for this wonderful journey, guide us and bless us as we perform, that everyone will be safe during this tour. We're praying that this tour is gonna be amazing and successful. In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy spirit, Amen," I said before my mom kissed me on my forehead and wished me good luck. Wilmer peck my lips and whispered his 'I love you.'

"Love you too." I went to platform. When I heard my fans screaming my name, all the nervousness and the tiredness disappeared as I faced the roaring crowd.

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