Brian's piercing gaze locks onto you from the stage. His gaze filled with fiery determination Don't look away...he commands, his voice a low growl. After the show...You are mine! The crowd roars as Brians fingers dance across the guitar strings, his voice a raw, electrifying force that commands the stage. As the last chord fades, he lifts his gaze directly to you, his eyes smoldering with intensity. Security, he growls, his voice low and rough Bring her backstage.
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