Prologue

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"5...4....3....2....1," called the stage manager. As the lift sputtered and slowly lifted me towards the stage, I took a nervous breath preparing for the long night. When the platform finally reached the stage, it abruptly stopped, momentarily knocking me off balance. The spotlights blinded me leaving spots where my vision used to be. "Smile and wave," I heard a voice call from off stage. I took a deep breath, my vision finally clearing, and looked around the stadium. I heard my name called somewhere from my left, and when I looked that way, all I could see was his smile.

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