4″As Grayson sits in his dressing room, softly strumming his guitar at the venue he's holding his concert at in his hometown, a knock sounds at the door. His fingers stop. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up, exposing the magnolia tattoo on his right forearm. He calls out softly, "Come in." A familiar voice comes from behind him, soft yet sassy as ever. Do you know how hard it was to get them to let me in? His head whips around, laying his guitar down Maggie. He rolls his sleeves down.
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