@BestiesBestie:She's clearly exhausted and he's there for her. That’s true love, not control! #DelKelForever
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[Pic of Declan leading Kelsey, who is partly obscured]
Whisked Away or Whisked Apart? Declan Kingman seen leading a barely visible Kelsey Best. Rumors swirl of her 'taking a break' – but is this a romantic getaway or something more sinister? #KelseyVanishingAct #DeclanDominance?
@BestiesBestie:A secret getaway sounds romantic to me! They deserve some peace and quiet. #LetThemBeHappy
@MosquitoIncognito: Taking a break or shirking her responsibilities? What about all those fans who paid for concerts she isn't doing?
@TruthSeeker101:Disappearance? That sounds serious. #WhereIsKelseyReally
@RomanceReader: “Maybe it’s a secret getaway? Let them be. #RomanticEscape
@ConspiracyTheorist:Doesn't anyone else think this is all for publicity? #StagedDrama
@DailyDiva:I don’t like this... Kelsey always seemed independent. #NotLikeHer
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[Pic of Kelsey looking dazed beside Declan]
Shocking Sight! Latest snap of Kelsey Best looking dazed and confused next to Declan Kingman. She's known for her vibrant performances, but this? Fans are asking - is this a retreat or a retreat from freedom? #SaveKelsey #DeclanDilemma
@WorryWart: Kelsey doesn't look good, guys. Is she being controlled? #ConcernForKelsey
@DefenderOfTruth: “Media always exaggerates. They’re probably just taking a break. #ChillOutPeople
@KelseyBestieFan99: I just hope she’s getting the rest she needs. She deserves it. #RestUpKelsey
@SuspiciousMind: Something’s up. Declan’s look says it all. #EyesWideOpen
@BestiesBestie: People always assume the worst. Declan is her knight in shining armor, not the villain! #ProtectKelseyAndDeclan
THE BANGXIETY IS OVER
KELSEY
In a world of boys, Declan was a man. God, was he ever a man.
Up until now, I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually dated a real man. Because none of them had ever treated me like a real woman. I’d been a thing to the rest of them. A sex object, of which some of them were ashamed of but wanted anyway. I’d been a means to an end for so many. A way to get what they wanted and look good while doing it.
But none of them had ever made me feel like this. I felt taken care of, felt protected, felt adored, and never had anyone made me feel so damned loved.
And it scared me.
And I was tired of being scared.
Since the day I decided to try out forThe Choicest Voicesinging competition, fear had been my main motivator. What if they don’t like my singing, what if they tell me I’m to chubby tobe a pop star, what if I don’t write songs the record label likes, what if I put out an album that flops? What if, what if, what if...