Chloe Cherry Pov • Recent & Pro

I head back into my bedroom, where Mr. Bigglesworth is now sprawled across the bed, taking up most of the space. I laugh and scoop him up, cradling him in my arms. "You're the real star of the show, aren't you, Mr. B?" I whisper into his ear.

I get out of bed and pad over to the bathroom, flipping on the light switch. The bright light makes me squint, and I reach for my glasses on the counter. I put them on, feeling a little more like myself. chloe cherry pov

As I stand there, holding Mr. Bigglesworth, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. It's going to be a great day, I can feel it. And with my trusty sidekick by my side, I know I can take on anything. I head back into my bedroom, where Mr

But it's worth it, I remind myself. I think about the rush of adrenaline I feel when I'm on stage, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of performing my heart out. It's what I love about this job, and what makes all the hard work worth it. "You're the real star of the show, aren't you, Mr

I yawn, stretching my arms over my head, and feel the familiar ache in my shoulders and back. It's a side effect of the grueling tour schedule and endless rehearsals. My team is always pushing me to be my best, to put on the best show possible, and it takes a toll on my body.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, the bright sunlight streaming through the window and highlighting the dust motes that dance in the air. I groggily reach over to turn it off, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I'm not a morning person, but when you're a pop star, sometimes you have to be.

As I brush my teeth and wash my face, I think about the day ahead. We have a show tonight, and I need to make sure I'm ready. I have a vocal warm-up scheduled, and then a meeting with my team to go over the set list. I want to make sure everything is perfect, that the choreography is flawless, and the costumes are stunning.