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Her blonde hair hangs loosely across her shoulders as she rolls her head around on her neck and then steps forward to grab hold of the mic with her right hand. A soft sigh of breath breaks through the speakers, echoing around the empty room before she begins to sing.
    “ Dream … is just another word for disappointment. ” She sighs again and my chest contracts painfully, like I can't breathe, like I'd never even fucking want to take a breath if her voice wasn't lighting up all the right electrical impulses in my brain. “ Another chance for a star to get lost in an endless sky. A hope lost on the wind, flittering like a faraway lie. ”
    Naomi slams her fingers down on the strings of her guitar. It eats away the silence in the room, chopping up the empty space with sharpness that hurts my teeth. I almost want to cover my ears, but only so they don't get so used to that sound that I can't hear it for the first time over and over again.
    “ When I lose the light to believe, I hope you're there by my side. I can't deny that I need you, baby. ” A few more notes leak into the air, cupping her voice in rough fingers before she pauses and moves both hands back to the mic. “ I can't deny that I need you. I won't lie that I want you. Dreams are disappointments, but I can't stop hoping that mine will fly. Mine will fly. Mine will fly, oh oh. ”
    Naomi takes a step back and shakes her shoulders, spins her guitar around on its strap and catches it, slamming her pick across the strings in time with the refrain. Her voice is like empty glass, liable to shatter at any moment but strong enough to carry a whole host of emotions inside it. It's clear and beautiful, reflecting back the world in perfect distortions. I want to eat that shit up and let it take over my body. From head to toe, I want to absorb Naomi Knox and let her poison my blood. My throat itches to join in with her, sing this song that I've never heard before, but I don't. Can't disturb genius.
    I ignore my hardened cock, running my tongue across my lips, letting my eyes take in her tight ass, her trim waist, the strong curve of her backbone.
    “ I can't deny that I need you. I won't lie that I want you. Dreams are disappointments, but I can't stop hoping that mine will fly. Mine will fly. Mine will fly, oh oh. ” Naomi sucks in a massive breath and takes the microphone from its stand, stomping back a few paces and raising her chin to the sky. “ Why did I believe things could go my way? When I saw the world without the rose colored glass you gave. ” She growls into the microphone and I almost lose my shit, come right in my fucking jeans. That'd be a nice sight for her to see when she finally turns around. Turner fucking Campbell with Goddamn cream sauce all over his pants. Ain't gonna happen. I use my excess energy to rise to my feet, mesmerized. “ Why the false hope and the eternal lies? We both know I couldn't do it if I tried, but I can't deny that I need you. I won't lie that I want you. Take my dreams in your hands and let them fly, oh baby, please try. The only thing I've ever wanted to do is cry, but with you by my side, we can see this through. The world might fight, but that's okay. ” She drops her voice an octave, lets it whisper like velvet over my eardrums. “ That's okay. ” The mic slips back in its stand and her hands weave over the guitar's fretboard like she's trying to bring it to orgasm. “That's okay because I don't mind.” Naomi laughs and then jumps when I clap my hands together.
    The look on her face when she spins around should, by all rights, fucking see me on the floor with my throat slit. She's not happy.
    “What the fuck, Turner?” she snarls, her cheeks pink with a rosy blush. Holy mother of fucking crap. It's not often a girl like this lets her emotions show so plainly for the world to see. Orange-brown eyes sparkle with rage as her fingers curl around the guitar with anger, her body quivering and her tattoos standing out