<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">No she was right, he wanted to. It was calling his name. As he stepped up to the stage he didn't touch the mic for fear he would break it. A habit he did to many times on earth. As he flipped through the book he did NOT pick something of his own, no no this time he picked something else something classic something either meaningful or something random. Maybe only he would know. As he stepped to the center of the small stage are he let his voice do what the mic could for him but his voice did it better.<br/>
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</div></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">He danced a little as he sang, giving it his all as he ran his slender fingers through his long black hair finally grabbing the mic pointing to no one in the crowd of no one. No one did it better then Gloria, ok maybe Freddie did, yea he did for sure. </span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><br/>
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