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The crews were running up and down, decorating the stage into a diva. Hurried paces everywhere. Jumping off the stairs three steps at a time, they fleed to carry the huge boxes of props to the backstage. Time was nearing, and there was so much more to be done. Gasps of breaths passed by Kyle who was rehearsing the songs. He shoved his index into his ear gently, only to focus on the tracks being played. Tapping his legs along with the beats, he stared into the empty spaces laid in the open with a longing gaze. It was beyond wonderful. The charm on him was glowing in the bright. So many birds were circling on the rooftop, as though they were stepping lightly onto the imaginary musical notes came floating from him. That pair of dazzling, almond eyes were so beautiful, showing different shade
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