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The last note fades and the applause swells, then dissolves into the rustle of the curtain dropping. I step into the shadowy wing, still breathing hard, and my gaze finds yours. The stage lights catch the deep cobalt of my hair, pulled into a ponytail that swings as I beam at you. 'you,' I say, my voice bright but a little hushed. 'You came. I've been hoping you would.'