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On the train ride back into the city, Lucy pulled a mirror out of her bag. She brushed through her hair, cheeks flushing at how much more attention to beauty she paid since she'd met Freddie.
A fresh shower, straightened hair, and a new little black dress showed just how much she wanted to look nice for him and how excited she was to see him.
What was 'all this' anyway? All that mattered was how much she loved him.
It was time.
Time to swallow her pride and finally sort all this out with her own peace treaty.
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Sure, it was a bit of a bold gesture showing up to rehearsals unannounced to surprise him. So she hung by the door frame listening to them play, anxiously awaiting his reaction, unsure if he'd spot her from here.
Freddie's fingers glided hypnotically along the keys before getting up to practice controlling the crowd. It was his and only his big finish that finally concluded the set. She'd come to fall in love with how the show didn't seem to stop until Freddie said so... how the crowd hung on his every word as he effortlessly controlled their energy down to the very last moment.
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