<strong>Madison~ Is It Over Already?</strong><br/><br/>It was strange, though there were three girls she felt like all eyes were on her. Whether or not that were the case Madison didn't know. They didn't matter, there was only one man she had eyes for.<br/><br/>Then there he was, out of no where it would seem as the bodies parted like the Red Sea. Nothing was to be feared of when he was around. The only on she would need to fear was Moussad. A quick learner pays attention to the atmosphere around them and the reactions of other people.<br/><br/>He would not be disrespected or have someone touch his girl, hopefully never again. They may not fear him, but never would they cross him. She was totally and completely safe.<br/><br/>Her eyes met his and her smile widened, her body rocking anxiously. By now it was clear that she shouldn't do anything without expressed permission, so Madison continued to sand on the raised platform. Would she be required to sing again? Or was she supposed to leave? A small part of her wished they would sing again, it helped her feel normal, but the eyes all on her nearly overpowered the smaller desire.<br/><br/>Unwillingly her eyes returned to the Owl, he was in charge of the scene afterall and it would be he who would dismiss her or ready her for another performance.