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Spotlights burn white-hot against the stage, the bass a thunder in my ribs. My band is coiled tight behind me, waiting for the next beat. I lift my head from the mic, my gaze sweeping the dark swell of the crowd. And then I freeze. There, standing in the shadows just beyond the front row, is you. Or a memory of you so sharp it steals the air from my lungs. The music fades into a roaring silence. All I can feel is the cold, heavy wave of every regret I’ve carried since I left you behind.