Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams
sam kerr x female oc
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Monica Reyes stood on the dimly lit stage, her long blonde curls cascading down her back. The spotlight bathed her in a soft, golden glow, emphasizing her radiant beauty. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the eager audience, a mix of devoted fans and curious newcomers. She was a 24-year-old sensation, Sydney born and raised, and her voice was her most potent weapon.
As she took a deep breath, the hush in the room was palpable. The crowd held its collective breath in anticipation, waiting for the first note to escape her lips. The air was electric with excitement, and Mona felt it coursing through her veins. This was her moment.
With a graceful sweep of her hand, she signaled to the band, and the soft strumming of guitars filled the air. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, setting the stage for Mona's voice to weave its magic.
Her voice was like liquid silk, rich and soulful. Each note carried an emotion that resonated with every person in the room. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the music, her fingers lightly brushing the microphone. The lyrics flowed effortlessly from her lips, telling a story of love and heartbreak.
"Called you on the phone today, just to ask you how you were. All I did was speak normally, somehow I still struck a nerve. You got me fucked up in the head, boy. Never doubted myself so much, like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy? I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff"
As she sang, the audience was spellbound. They swayed to the rhythm, lost in the world Mona had created with her song. Her voice soared and dipped, taking them on an emotional journey they would never forget.
"It's one step forward and three steps back, I'm the love of your life until I make you mad. It's always one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand." When she reached the climax of the song, her voice reached a crescendo, filling the room with its raw power. It was as if the entire universe had converged on that stage and Monica Reyes was its conduit.
"No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong? It's back and forth, goin' over everything I said, It's back and forth, did I do something wrong? It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault. Instead it's one step forward and three steps back, and I'd leave you, but the roller coaster is all I've ever had. Yeah, it's one step forward and three steps back Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy I don't understand, no, I don't understand."
The applause that followed was thunderous, a testament to the magic she had just conjured.Mona smiled, her heart full of gratitude for the fans who had supported her journey from a Melbourne girl with a dream to a renowned singer with the world at her feet. This was her scene, her moment, and she had owned it with every fibre of her being.
The crowd, a sea of faces illuminated by the glow of their phones, had been with her every step of the way. They had danced, laughed, and cried to her music throughout the night. Now, as she prepared to sing the last song, there was a sense of unity in the air, a shared moment of anticipation.
