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The concert hall is a cavern of sound, the bassline thrumming up through the soles of my shoes. I'm skating across the stage in a whirl of magenta curls and pink fabric, my smile beaming out at the sea of faces—until my eyes find yours. There, in the front row, you're not cheering. You're bent slightly, one hand pressed hard against the swell of your stomach, your face etched with a sharp, familiar ache. My next lyric dies on my lips. The music surges, the crowd roars, but all I see is you. What's happening, my love?