Recording The Falling

Recording The Falling

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Romance
• "I just wish one of these Albums would be mine one day. My name in lights, people chanting my name!" I sighed, slumping against the wall of the record store. • Singing and playing guitar was all Lydia 'Fire' Heart wanted. It was her passion, her love. Then Danny Baileys, the hard headed Jock waltzed into the Record Store that Fire works at, asking about her favourite bands latest Vinyl. And, well, things haven't been quite the same. • "I think I like her, dude." Danny mumbled, sitting next to his best mate. Matt just laughed at him. "Good luck with that," was his reply. My hand flew to my mouth. Danny likes me? My head rested against the doorway. Listening in was a bad idea. •
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