Epilogue

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SHAWN'S P.O.V:

One year later...

Andrew tapped me on the back reassuringly, "You are going to do great. Go out there sing and just remember why you are doing it."

I took his advice and pulled my guitar strap over my shoulder.

"We're ready Shawn," Mike hissed.

I waited the lights to dim before I scuttled up the steps leading to the stage. The crowd screamed as the Intro of my performance began to play. I arranged myself on the stage and shifted the microphone stand closer. I nodded at my band as the soundtrack of the intro came to an end. The crowds screams grew as the light focused on me.

"How are we doing Toronto?" I called.

Screams, cheers and whistles were my reply. I grinned at the familiar feeling of adrenaline and passion.

I leant into the microphone, "This one is called Her Last Summer ."

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