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I'm not even a fan but I am in awe seeing them perform in this stadium. I am so proud of them. I am so proud of Milo. 'Like an angel in a nightmare You opened up my eyes Looking in all the wrong places You're the one I needed this whole time You're the sun to the moon You're my ocean, painted blue You, I'm nothing without you' (credits to Lany)

Sean said like mocking Angel. "Harriet, how about we listen to a song and sing along?" Angel asked stiffly, then he sturned on the car tape that happened to be playing a nursery rhyme. "This is my favorite song, Mommy! Let's sing together!" Huh. Angel is relieved.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Angel made a thinking gesture while holding the guitar before he began strumming. “I guess you've heard I guess you know In time I'd have told you But I guess I'm too slow…” Angel started singing the song that came into his mind and the song called You Were There by Southern Sons. Mira knew that song and it made her smile because it was indeed just like him. Angel was a bit slow but she knew that he’s feeling it already that’s why she could hear his melody. “It's overly romantic But I know that it's real I hope you don't mind

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bizarre. Despite all that, he continued to shower me with candy and flowers, his way of trying to soothe my frustrations. It was sweet, but I was still furious. He kept insisting that I return to the club, that nothing would happen again. Finally, I decided to call him. “Angel,” he answered on the second ring, his deep, rich voice like milk chocolate. “I need you to stop telling other employers not to hire me,” I demanded. “No,” he replied, so simply, so confidently.

Ardina's eyes glanced in annoyance. She is known as the angel of death has a cold expression on his face, but he's looked very handsome. But its nature makes every woman feel fulfilled when she knows he is an expression angel of the death is very cold. "Are all angels like you?" She asked very curiously. But, Ardina felt useless asking questions to this one angel. The lips remained silent, hesitated. She has ignored the angel was also reluctant to turn to her. The gaze remained focused forward, continuing to pull Ardina's hand.

One yanked my hair hard, dragging me back. I gasped loud. “Let me go this instant!” I growled, practically screaming over the music. “Yoo, chill out, hoe,” he snarled, finally letting my hair go. I hated this fucking club sometimes. I walked faster, heels stabbing the floor, until I reached the pole where Angel was spinning slowly, disco lights shining on his skin. “Angelll!!” I yelled up at him, arms folded tight under my chest. He flinched for a split second, then exhaled when he saw me.

Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes. Headphones—the one they bought in one of their travels—resting over his neck. Music was still quietly playing. They could hear it from their position. Angel was humming softly to the music, holding two coffees in styrofoam each in his hands. One was opened without a lid—steaming—then he blew on it. The thin smoke disappeared like a ghost. His eyes immediately widened at the sight that appeared before him. He recognized Beth instantly, then his gaze drifted to Tony.

They were on their way right now. Lily was about to say something else reassuring because it looked like Angel was overloaded with information right now while already on the verge of complete mental collapse. She didn’t get the chance because the psycho—she was now doubly repulsed that he had touched her in any way—found what he was looking for and walked back toward the cage with a wild light in his eyes. “I found the video. So the two of you have to take turns singing this song.” He played the video of a teenage Angel singing “Somewhere over the Rainbow” from the old movie The Wizard of Oz. Lily’s mom sang this one a lot so she knew all the words. Otherwise, she would be toast before she e