She stands alone in the middle of the field. Every seat in the house is empty, but one. All lights are on her, and though they are bright, she smiles. She cannot see him, but she knows he is there. He has orchestrated this dream-come-true night; he has made her the star. Nervously, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, waiting for him to come down. But he just watches for a while, mesmerized. He will go to her, of course, but for now, he wants to enjoy the view.
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