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Spellbound

1998;

Stevie is nervous. Her first performance with Lindsey's band is tonight. Earlier in the day she was driven to tears, now she was just incredibly silent. Salem, his band that was becoming quite well known in the area, was being introduced and she was literally shaking in his arms.

"You're going to do great, angel" he said, rubbing her shoulders. She managed a small smile but he could see the fear in her eyes. "You've sung before"

"You guys are the real deal though. You've played on the radio!"

He chuckles. "College radio doesn't exactly put us in the same league as The Eagles or The Cure, Stevie."

"I guess" she says. She hears the crowd roar and she's hurried onto the stage with three other guys and Lindsey. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek then let her sleep centerstage.

'Ready?' He mouths and she nods. He begins to play and as the music begins, she feels herself loosen up. She steps up to the mic in her black chiffon get up and high chunky boots, taking a deep breath.

From the cradle bars
Comes a beckoning voice
It sends you spinning
You have no choice

She taps her foot, biting her lip as the music picks up and it is sent through her with much more intensity. The tambourine electrified her mind and she was suddenly transformed, she was someone else entirely.

You hear laughter
Cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice

You hear laughter
Cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice

She swishes her flowing chiffon sleeves around, mystifying her audience, their eyes wide, like with the wonder of a child.

Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound

Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound

Spellbound
Spellbound
Spellbound
Spellbound
Spellbound
Spellbound

She dances away from the mic, feeling the music. Lindsey watched her float about the stage, thankfully knowing his parts by heart.

And don't forget
When your elders forget
To say their prayers
Take them by the legs
And throw them down the stairs

Dancing in a dark, witchy fashion, she was wowing the crowd and everyone could feel her energy. She was a woman not controlled by earthly forces; she was unstoppable, captivating and infinite.

When you think
Your toys have gone beserk
It's an illusion
You cannot shirk

You hear laughter
Cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice

Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound

Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound