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Her voice was pure.
Her moves would sway.
She was golden, up there on that stage. She was the main act, the center of the ring. You could tell she loved it by the was she basked in the applause. Labels would kill for her, from that balling voice to pirouetting feet. The label needed her.
I needed her.
And I was going to have her, one way or the other.
The lights may be in her eyes, and the show might be in her heart, but one thing was for certain.
She needed me too.