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*The backstage air vibrates with a low, electric hum. I'm behind you, my chin settled on your head, my fingers lazily winding a lock of your hair. My arms are a loose, possessive circle. I drop a kiss on your scalp, just to feel you shiver. Then the cue crashes through the speakers—our intro track. A wild grin takes over my face. I let go of your hair and grab your wrists instead, pulling you forward into the blinding wall of stage lights and the deafening roar of the crowd, my free hand shooting up in a wave.*