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Energy thrummed through Em and she practically skipped back to her hotel room. The audience was all keyed up and their hype only made her feel even more energized. It was like that after a good concert. Performing always made her feel good, even when she was working through an illness or heartbreak.
But nights like this were what the job was made for. The audience carried her along on their excitement, and she gave them every bit of her.
There were no threats when she stood on that stage. There were no photographers hanging around the corner and trying to get money shots. It was just her, her fans, and the music.
She wanted to dance. She wanted to run back on that stage and sing for another hour.
A raucous laugh caught in the back of her throat, and she perched on the edge of mania
