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With the darkness in her soul
The one who captivated my senses
And made me lose all control
Lennon doesn’t hesitate for even a second before the woman’s part of the chorus comes pouring out of her.
Are you that guy?
With the fire in his eyes
The one who made friends with the devil
And has me hypnotized
My smile grows wider as I begin the second verse. She may not know it well, but she catches on quickly to her cues and sings the song with ease.
Hearing these lyrics coming from the woman they were written about is a kind of satisfaction I’ve never felt before.
The song continues, Lennon’s comfort level growing with each second that passes. The words flow out of her, and her eyes stay locked on mine the entire time.
The rest of the world fades away as we sing, the passion between us evident as we focus solely on one another.
The song comes to an end, and Lennon and I stand there, chest to chest, both of us breathing heavily from the tension between us. I have never felt chemistry this strong with anyone, and singing with her in front of an audience for the first time only reaffirms how in love with her I am.
I don’t know who I am without her.
The crowd erupts in cheers, pulling Lennon’s attention from me.
She looks out over the audience, a forced smile plastered on her face as she says, “Thank you, Toronto! We’re going to take a brief break before the rest of Baxter’s set.” Then before I can stop her, she turns and rushes offstage.
I follow her, the only thing I’m worried about being her. Colt, Levi, and Isa are close behind me as I reach Lennon, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face me. She has tears streaming down her face as her golden irises find mine.
“Lennon…” I say, defeated. I’d hoped performing together would help melt a bit of the iceberg standing between us, but based on her expression, I don’t think it worked.
“I can’t do this right now, Baxter. I have to go get ready to introduce you forreal.” She tears her arm away from me. “Whatever that was…it changes nothing.”
“Lennon, wait—” I plead, but she continues walking away.
Isa rolls her lips together as she sidles up next to me. “That went well.”
I shoot her a glare. “Well? She’spissed. At both of us.”
She shrugs. “She’ll come around. Are you still performing the other one?”
I nod gruffly, my arms crossed over my chest.
“Good.” She grins. “Good luck out there.”
“Thanks,” I huff.
I have a feeling I’m going to need it.
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KNIFE IN MY HEART
LENNON
