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'There she was standing below me in the crowd, hips swaying, head bobbing. Her blonde curls bounced as she danced to my voice.  

She was the most magnificent creature I've have ever laid eyes on. The way she'd tilt her head back with her eyes shut as she enjoyed the fast beat of the music.

Even as I tried to focus on the lyrics my eyes would aways wonder to her.

She was too far away from the stage for me to notice the color of her eyes.

She was taller, skinnier but not too skinny, then most. Her hair fell just below her breasts, which were perfect size.

By the time my song was over she had stopped dancing and join other woman. I left the stage and enter the crowd with a b-line straight to her.

She eyed me coming a few yards away and turned away from the other woman.

Her eyes were the first thing I looked at.

A dull green with a hint of blue. I've never seen someone with such dull eyes. Why don't they shine on sparkle like most?

I cleared my throat and extended my

hand. "I'm Ed."

"I know." '

Bloodstream || Ed SheeranWhere stories live. Discover now