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"Did you write it this way for the Siren Prince? Floopy, you have to know that if you choose him to be your main lead, this musical might not do well. The drama club might not want to help you with the supporting characters and the choir might not want to participate. Are you prepared for that?" Stubbornly, Floopy insisted that nobody else can pull it off apart from Syris. Klick knew that it was true because Floopy wrote an entire musical dedicated to making Syris shine. The theme song and tory revolved around Syris. It spoke about the journey of an unwanted boy who overcame the bullying to become someone that the world loved by being kind, helpful and honest in the fake world of glamour and

-SAGEL- " Let me go, please" the girl screams for mercy as Master chuckles in response. The wicked glint doesn't leave his eyes as he strikes the whip on the girl's back again. She screams in agony as I put my palms on my ears trying not to hear her. I shift back as far as I can in my cage not removing my palms from my ears. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and stopping near my lips giving a salty taste in my mouth but I'm too scared to remove my hands and wipe them off.

She'd been playing for nearly an hour, and I'd run out of expletives to whisper as I'd watched her. Somewhere, sometime, I'd meandered my way back downstairs and into the press, and eased and nudged and drifted my way in closer to her. I stared in rapture at her, watching the way she moved with her music. A stolen glance at a standing poster educated me a bit; I was apparently listening to a selection of music written by some (probably) dead guy named Rachmaninoff. I'd never heard of him, but it sounded... strange. Beautifully strange, like something from a weird, slightly surreal dream. Part of me had decided that I really, really liked it.

He continued kissing her on the neck while holding her breast while she danced on his cock, enjoying its size and depth. Both of them had scarlet faces. Both are lost at the moment. Both gasping for air, but none wants to stop. They are so caught in the moment that they don’t notice the spy watching them. The spy can’t help but feel shocked at the scene, “What the fuck!" She grunted in disgust which was soon changed to confusion, "Why can’t I hear them?” She asked herself as she continued watching the live show. She grunted, “Magic...” She smiled eerily. “Enjoy this night, it might be your last.” She said and soon left.

Edeline It was pure magic. Straight out of a storybook. And then… the music shifted. It was our song — the one Percival and I had picked together. "Bird That Can’t Fly." It was from a movie we’d both watched, one with a werewolf and a human girl. He ranted for a solid ten minutes about how the wolf should’ve gotten the girl and how vampires were “a plot hole.” We’d even fought about it — of course we did. But later that night, he made me dance with him to this exact song, just to make it up to me.

“ Yes. So I know you don’t like others touching our girl because I don’t like it either. But for those guys, we are going to have to get over it.” I see Alaric look at Ratchet and Speed and say “ We came all this way for a party. So you two owe us a dance.” Speed starts shaking her head no. Merigold isn’t having it. She grabs Speed and makes her stand beside her when the music starts. I recognized it right away. It is a country version of ‘Footloose’. “ Enjoy the show, Gretchen,” I say. “ What are you talking about?” Gretchen asks. I point to the dance floor and say “ Just watch.”

Snow's POV. The loud music that banged gave everyone present such energy that they danced a bit aggressively. Their screamed and their scents jammed my senses and all I did was to remian seated at a place as I kept watching them go bizarre. It was something beautiful to see but whatever made me this happy tonight was because I was expecting Hans Hobbs. I still had Lark in my head. And I couldn't just say why I couldn't get him off my head.

He channeled all his hopes and fears, his joy and pain into the haunting melody – a testament to their uncertain future. The doors slowly swung open, and a group of servants peeked their heads into the theater. The sound of music had drawn them in, and they were captivated by its beauty. Even though they had seen Antonio perform countless times, there was something different about his music today—a rawness, an openness that left them spellbound. They watched in silent awe as he allowed the magic of the piano to weave a story that echoed through the hallways of the palace and tugged at their hearts.

“Thank you for trusting me. I promise, everything will be alright.” I nod, throat tight. She takes my hand, leading me to sit on the edge of the bed. “Oh, I almost forgot.” There’s a flicker of something in her expression, excitement mixed with sadness. “I bought tickets for us. For Wicked. The musical. It’s showing at the Orpheum tomorrow night.” My chest constricts. “Elena—” “I know, I know. The timing is terrible with everything going on.” She squeezes my hand. “But I miss you, Dominic. I miss spending time with you. Just the two of us. Like we used to.” Her voice cracks slightly. “Before everything became so… complicated.”

“A smile might convince me not to take my business elsewhere.” I smiled, not willingly, but because of the gold band on Georgia's finger, and glanced over at her husband in the middle of a chat with friends. What a sucker! I thought. “Anyway,” Georgia winked, walking away as she called. “Enjoy the show.” A strange pang of guilt hung in my throat for a moment, then the lights dimmed. Sensual music filled the air as curtains parted; four masked women began to dance in rhythm as everyone applauded. “It's the Vixens!” Someone called.