She watched him play for the crowd, his eyes meeting the eyes of other women. His words promising that he would be theirs; he would be what their dreams were made of, and their hearts ached for.
She listened with the other women, to the mystery in his voice and the sex in his music. It was a scene she acted in twice a week at the clubs where he played.
She had been one of those women, but she had won his eye. Her trophy, this wanted man, her prize to follow him every night, to try and keep him.
Gives me chills! So much story in so few words.
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