"let's flip a coin. If heads, you're mine. If tails, I'm yours. Deal?"
Renowned CEO Kim Taehyung stumbles upon a studio for a business meeting, but his attention is immediately captured by a beautiful piece of music. Intrigued, he follows the music...
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As I stood in the back of the dimly lit auditorium, hidden in the comforting embrace of the shadows, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She moved on the stage with a grace that was nothing short of mesmerizing.
Her every motion was like poetry in motion, a delicate dance that spoke volumes without uttering a word. It was as if she and the music were one, moving together in perfect harmony.
I had seen her dance before, but I had never truly watched her like this.
Her long, dark hair swayed with each step, and the subtle play of light on her form added an otherworldly aura to her presence.
I was captivated, lost in the enchanting spectacle before me.
And the most surprising thing about her was, that she only danced on my songs, the songs I wrote, sang and produced but never officially released them. My songs are known to only few but she dances on them as if she knows who I am.
What fascinated me the most was her expression. Her eyes were closed, and a serene smile graced her lips.
It was a smile of pure bliss, as if she had escaped to a world of her own making. A world where the music wrapped around her like a warm embrace, where she could lose herself completely.
As the music swelled and soared, so did her movements. Her dance grew more intricate, more passionate, and I couldn't help but hold my breath, afraid to disrupt the fragile magic that surrounded her.
I realized that I was witnessing something extraordinary, something that went beyond mere dance.
And then, in a heartbeat, it was over. The final notes of the music faded into silence, and her smile dimmed.
She opened her eyes, and for a moment, her gaze swept across the empty auditorium, a touch of melancholy in her eyes.
She let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping, and took a step back from the center of the stage.
I remained hidden, uncertain whether to reveal myself or not. So many questions swirled in my mind. Why did she dance alone in this deserted place? Why did she find solace in my music? I needed answers; the mystery was too alluring to resist.
Without making a sound, I took a step forward, my footsteps barely audible on the polished wooden floor.
But just as I was about to speak, she turned and began to make her way toward the exit. My heart raced, and I knew I couldn't let this moment slip away.
I needed to unravel the enigma of the girl who danced in the shadows, with my music as her only companion.
