The final, soaring acoustic chord echoed off the high concrete ceilings of the livehouse, slowly fading into a profound, breathless silence. For a endless second, the air remained completely still before the hired crowd erupted into a sudden wave of genuine, thunderous applause.Down in the front row, Cassian quietly turned away from the stage. Before the lights could fully adjust, he slipped into the shadows, making his way toward the quiet corridor of the backstage area.On stage, I lowered the mahogany guitar, my chest heaving with deep, ragged breaths. Sweat glistened on my forehead, my blood singing with an intoxicating mix of adrenaline, relief, and raw emotion. I didn't care about the cheering audience, nor did I care about the applause. The moment I noticed Cassian’s towering figure leaving his front-row spot, my mind focused on a single imperative.I unstrapped the guitar, set it down carefully on its stand, and hurried off the stage, my heavy boots thudding against the woode
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