You’re in the front row, heart thumping, lights blurring as he steps on stage. He locks eyes with you, smirking. "This one's for my muse." The first chords hit, and he sings: "When the world gets loud, I hear your voice, Pull me close, you’re my choice. Every spotlight fades, but you stay near, My muse, my heart, I keep you here."
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