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But I don’t know if it causes trouble for the security, because all I can do is look at the most beautiful woman of the night.

Her eyes shine, and she walks to me, grabs my free hand, and takes me to the center of the stage, where her microphone waits for her on a stand. But we’ve never used two microphones before, so I bring her face close to mine with a touch on her chin, and we move even closer before the chorus.

We sing like the story is ours. Two wounded, passionate people sharing amic. I place my free hand on her waist and pull her closer. Now, our bodies are closer than ever, since it’s thefirst time we’re singing standing, and I can’t take my eyes off her lips, which are staring right at me without even blinking.

We’ve performed this song in over thirty shows and worked on it until it was perfect for weeks before this. But today, here, singing with Alexandra scares me. BecauseI’d do anything to live this with her forever.

As if somehow sharing the stage, the microphone, and my very breath with her is the only thing that feels right. We reach the final chorus, and like every night, I rest my forehead against hers to sing the last lines. But this time, it’s different.

Pulling away hurtsphysicallyand my feet nearly refuse to leave her side. I don’t want to stand on stage for the final ovation of the queen of the night, but this time, it feels wrong to pull away from Alexandra.

And there’s nothing right about it

Chapter Sixteen - Ale

She’s the girl in the song, the woman of creation

Sometimes our friend, other times our downfall

The power that lifts us, the force that makes us fall

Which of us doesn’t know that all of this makes you, our owner?

Dona – Roupa Nova

After an hour and a half, all the songs I love to sing, two outfits, and an amazing grand finale, I’m exhausted. But the energy still pulses through my whole body. The show was a success, and the excitement still resonates as we cross the parking lot and get into Thalia’s car.

Against the bodyguards’ wishes, who follow us in the car behind, A.J. throws himself into the seat next to me, and he looks as impressed as I feel. Which doesn’t make sense at all.

“I still can’t believe you’re here. Like, what did you do? Charter a flight?”

“I chartered two flights. You can fly back to Los Angeles tomorrow afternoon if you want.”

“She wants to,” Thalia practically shouts from the front seat. “Who would miss the chance for a private jet when flying economy?”

“And, uh, I’m still in shock with what you do on that stage,” A.J. says, with a smile that I swear is full of admiration, his eyes sparkling. “Your voice, the songs… everything! I don’t even know how you manage it.”

“She manages it because she’s amazing, you know?” Thalia spits out the words, and it’s not because my manager and best friend isn’t happy; she’s just pissed she’s been playing Uber.

I laugh so loudly that A.J. looks at me confused, but Thalia’s look in the rearview mirror, followed by a little puff of air, makes me laugh even more.

“Alright, what did you think of my little show?” I ask the guy who crossed the continent to see me sing.

“My Portuguese lessons helped a lot today! I understood most of the things!”

“I’m a proud teacher now.”

“Just don’t let Dani hear you say that, she’s been trying to teach me this confusing language for three years.”

“Which one was your favorite song, A.J.?” Thalia asks, and I’m grateful. I want to know which Brazilian melody touched him the most.

He thinks for a moment, a nearly involuntary smile forming.

“Dona.”

“This guy likes to obey a beautiful woman,” Thalia comments, making A.J. laugh, and I join in the laughter, but my heart is warm now.

“That’s one of my favorites,” I say, tilting my head back and closing my eyes for a second, soaking in the happiness of the moment.

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