No matter how many times my gaze strayed toward Braxton, she never looked out of her element. Eventually, duty was no longer why I couldn’t keep my attention where it should have been. She had me under her spell. Our gazes met and held as she played, and I sang along to her rhythm. When it was time to deliver one of our harder riffs, she did this thing with her hair, whipping it before dropping into a crouch and letting the crowd have it. I preferred to think it was all for me. Hell yeah. Usually, I didn’t approve of the showboating, especially from an amateur since it made room for errors,
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