HopeThe moment she walks on stage, the crowd erupts. A part of me wishes I was just here to enjoy her music. I really do love her songs, and she’s singing two of my favorites in her set.While she’s on stage, I mouth the words along with her, bouncing to the music, while still watching the crowd and sniffing the air. During her fifteen minutes on stage, I make contact with Matthew three times, shaking my head that I don’t smell the stalker.When she walks off the stage, her fans are screaming for her.“Erika, I love you!”“Erika, marry me!”“All good,” she says, walking up to me and pulling me into a hug. “Thank you for being here. I felt safer with you here,” she says.“I’ll keep you safe,” I say.“Duh, I just said that,” she says, grinning at me.As we walk back, she looks at me. “So, which was your favorite of the songs I sang tonight?”“I already told you that I liked two of them,” I say, still watching the area around us and sniffing the air.“Yeah, but now that you’ve heard them
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