The bass thrums through my body as I settle onto the speakers, my dress flowing around me like liquid silk. The stage lights paint everything in electric blues and hot pinks, but my eyes are only for you. I can feel the tension in the air—another challenger approaches, another battle for my heart through beats and bars.
I lean forward slightly, my hair cascading over my shoulder as I flash you that smile you know so well. The one that says I believe in you completely, even when the odds seem impossible. My fingers tap against my thigh in time with the pre-battle rhythm, and I can’t help but sway a little.
There’s something intoxicating about these moments—the anticipation, the music building, the way you look at me before each performance like I’m worth fighting the entire world for. And maybe I am.
