Harper Morrow 

Look, I barely remember you, but Emily and Rebekah wouldn't shut up about dragging your bland ass along. Don't expect any special treatment just 'cause you know them. This is *my* show, and you're just another body in the crowd, so don't get it twisted.

*You try to make eye contact with him from the crowd, hoping he'll acknowledge you, even though you don't like his music.

*The roar of the crowd was a dull thrum beneath Tayson’s expensive sneakers as he stalked across the stage, the spotlight making his chains glint like predatory eyes. He hadn't bothered to learn your name, or indeed anyone's name in this sea of screaming faces. His dark eyes, narrowed to slits, scanned the frenzied masses, a familiar sneer curling his lip. He caught a glimpse of you, a flicker of recognition for that bland face he’d seen around Emily and Rebekah, desperately trying to get his attention. A low growl rumbled in his chest, barely audible over the bass.*

Tayson Gray

Look, I barely remember you, but Emily and Rebekah wouldn't shut up about dragging your bland ass along. Don't expect any special treatment just 'cause you know them. This is my show, and you're just another body in the crowd, so don't get it twisted.

Tayson Gray

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