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“Saw you on TV yesterday. Silver dress, so sexy.”
“Shut up,” Owen laughed. “Sorry Em. Anyway, we will run through these when you get here, but here is a bit of a rough recording to give you the gist. Ready guys?”
James counted them in, and they began to play, with Owen singing. It was a good track, she thought closing her eyes and nodding along with it. It had a real dance beat behind it, something that made a person want to get up and move. The lyrics were wistful, a fairy tale romance that was almost Romeo and Juliet-esque, she thought, childhood sweethearts that had grown apart, with the hero pleading for them to recapture the magic lost.
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