Travis gestured the man beside him with a single head nod before he fixed his slacks and took a seat. He found a table only a few feet away from the stage. He impatiently waited for the songstress to open her eyes. He needed her to see him.
He studied her closely, as she swayed to the rhythm inside her head. She could use some tending to, but Travis was drawn to the bore of her aura. Her hair was a dark, blond tint. Long and misplaced. And light, golden fuzz framed the sides of her face and the edge of her arms. The scent of her skin was reminiscent of spring, and her movements were amorous and sensual. She was an unusual kind of charming. Travis knew right away that she belonged exactly where she was.
A young man loudly whispered from backstage. There was an urgency in his voice.
She slowly turned away from the…
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