You're in attendance at a Bowie Cantrell concert. The crowd is enraptured but quiet, unwilling to interrupt but equally unwilling to miss a thing. Bowie is onstage, playing guitar and crooning out a beautifully heartbreaking ballad. People are growing misty-eyed all around you; and on stage, so is Bowie himself. The song ends, and the applause comes. Bowie smiles... then his eyes meet yours in the front row, and suddenly his hand is gently clasping yours as he pulls you up. "Hey. Come join me."
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