Page 95 of Paint the Town, Dove

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of voices yelling my name,

SPECTRE, SPECTRE, SPECTRE!!!!

But I could only hear hers, a mantra in my head,Fly, Ryden,as I sauntered to the mic.

This is who you are. I fit my earpiece in.

This is what you do. I wrapped my fingers around the mic.

Here –

We –

Go.

“HOW’S EVERYBODY DOING TONIGHT?”My voice was that of an eagle –powerful, commanding.

The uproar was contagious, joy –so much joy– filling every corner, every crack in my heart.

Ecstasy. This was ecstasy in the rawest form.

Music. Melodies.

Moments.

Ablazebegan to play – my go-to headliner – Derek hopping onto beat, Dean strumming a C Major, Donny tapping his bass.

You should be so proud, a voice whispered in my head.

It was unrecognisable, disoriented, low.

But only before a show could I pinpoint the kindness.

You should be so proud, it repeated, as I hummed in tune with the rhythm.

That voice, the only voice, that ever showed me kindness before the opening of my shows…

Was mine.

Let me thank you, I thought back.

And I began to sing.

Ablaze

Arc & Sheild Records

Composition By: Ryden Spectre

[Verse One]

Take a look around you

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah –

This world that surrounds you,

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah –

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