When he met Noelia again, he asked her to come with him. She hesitated at first, but she accepted. Out of his joy, in the excitement, he asked her to marry him. Noelia was pleasantly surprised, but she didn't respond immediately. His shining life and glory were enough to convince her that with him, she would have a life like a fairy tale. Whatever she wanted, she would have it. Indeed, Vince didn't deny her anything. He gave her a lot more than she expected.

His tour began in France. Ray was ordered to notify Lavinia of everything that was going on. The concerts continued successfully and Vince was recognized worldwide, one of the youngest best artists with the greatest influence in music history.

At that time, a relative heard about his worldwide reputation and tried to contact him.

Philip Nolan was the one who shared everything since he remembered himself. They were spiritual siblings, which is superior to biological, because of their common adoption by the same family.

That part of his life, Vince called it 'blue' avoiding talking to anyone who asked him about his family situation.

Philip was first adopted by the Nolan family when he was still a baby, while Vince was eight. But he kept his own last name making a career. He contacted Ray and asked to see Vince. He was in France at the time. Ray got him a ticket to Vince's concert and then a meeting in his dressing room. He didn't tell him about Philip thinking he'd be happy with his unexpected visit.

Vince, after being glorified by the French public, felt the need to talk to Lavinia. Like he was hungry and she was his food. He walked into his dressing room with vigor and stared at Philip. At first, he was confused. But he immediately held him in his arms. "Did I have to leave Vancouver for you to come to see me?" he said, smiling.

"I've been thinking about you and you know it. But our obligations were always different." Philip responded. "I heard you were singing in Bordeaux and I ran immediately. Congratulations. Your music and songs speak directly to psychology. You made it." he encouraged him.

Vince was happy, but not as excited as he was at first. As if he was no longer covered by praise and adorned words.

"How long will you stay here?"

"A week. Today Bordeaux, the day after tomorrow La Rochelle and the last one in Dijon." Vince responded in a bad way.

"Tour, huh? I read about it. Well done!"

"What about you? How are you doing? You're still translating?"

"The knowledge of many foreign languages opens doors other than translation. I'm a correspondent in international media."

"A journalist?" Vince asked annoyed.

"Not exactly. I investigate various events, collect reaction information from each country, and hand them over to the newspaper."

"Headquartered?"

"Vancouver, Vince. You know that from way back. No matter how far I go, I'll always come back. That's my home, my base. The beginning and the end. My friends, my family."

"Really what do the..." he hesitated.

"Our parents? They're fine. They hear about you in the media. You know they love you. They always love us both the same."

He remained silent.

"Vince, I know you've never accepted this as a good event."

"About what?"

"That we're both adopted. Look at me. We're no different. I also never knew my real parents. But thank God he sent me these two people and I sang the words mom and dad. And you know what; it's much better this way because with biological, I don't know if I'd be as happy as I am now."

"Happy," Vince stuttered contemplative. "Tell me, Philip, how can you know happiness and what really brings it, and just when you make it, the happiness to be absent like it's run away?" he asked, even more, immersed in thoughts.

"That probably means that you thought what you did would bring you happiness. You were wrong. Not bad. Find out what else there is, what it is that will actually make you feel happy."

"And if you can't find it?"

"Then you haven't found it yet. When you come close to finding it, inside you will be sure that this is it."

"Why when I get close?"

"Because we feel happiness just before it comes. If we see it right away, then we've definitely made a mistake, it's an illusion. The coveted comes quietly; it warns you with emotions before it makes its appearance; to endure joy and to be calm to manage it without harm. Understand?" Philip explained patiently.

Vince silently grabbed a bottle of whiskey and put down large sips. He opened his drawer in front of the mirror and spread some cocaine dust. He sucked two lines through his nose while Philip watched him worried.

"Come on, do me the observation. Scold me for what I do," Vince said to him with mocking.

"Do you feel happy?" Philip asked very seriously.

"I getaway."

"And where do you go?"

"I feel dizzy and numb."

"And there you are happy?" Philip asked again.

"It's less than the worst."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure of anything."

"If you'll excuse me, this one here," Philip showed him the cocaine, "is no less than the worst but the worst of all."

"And how can you know that bro?" he asked dizzily.

"The first time, you know you're wrong, Vince, but you won't admit it. You have to learn. You exist to learn. If you don't learn, you don't exist. Don't expect to live things you've lost. Just save what you can," Philip advised him.