Fever Dream.
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MatureComplete Sun, Dec 19, 20212h 11m
The atmosphere as she walked onto the stage in front of 100,000 screaming fans was unlike any other feeling Atlas Deveraux had ever experienced. The noise was deafening, the lights flickered and scanned across the faces of complete strangers, but in that moment they were like family. As the music began from behind her she could feel it vibrating from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head. It didn't matter how many times she had done this, it always felt surreal. As she took a breath and began the song it was as if she was hovering above her own body. She was one with the music and she felt at home and so alive. For a brief second she looked to her left, beyond the curtain and was all too aware of the beautiful long haired , brown eyed boy staring at her.
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