Chapter 2

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George’s pov

As I stood on the stage, ready to deliver my song, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing into the audience, my heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of Dream, the very man to whom I had poured my heart out in that letter. His gaze was fixed upon me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Seated beside him was his sister, and there was a subtle smile playing upon Dream's lips. I quickly turned to Grace Pearl and whisper “Grace, he’s here.” to which Grace responded with. “Really? Well you know what to do.” With that my song plays I look at him the entire time while singing, only looking away when it's not about him.

(time skip)

The last song ends and the curtains close, as soon as they close i run backstage and to my dressing room. I sit there thinking about what happened, slowly starting to panic. “What do I do?” I repeat to myself, my panic was soon interrupted by a knock on my door. “Come in.” The door opens and Grace walks in. “hey, you alright?” she asked. “Yeah i'm fine, just needed a minute.”

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