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Standing in the middle of the stage there he was. He grabbed his guitar in his hand and glared at me. Thousands stand in the middle of the crowd, looking back at me. He played this tune… “Be my, Be my…Be my…My rock and roll Queen”. He played his tune and pulled me up on the stage. I begin to jump and dance to the tune smiling at him, before I knew it. I was relaxed banging my head in every direction that was possible. I then smiled at the even that I was enjoying myself. I wore this black dress it began to show the spotlights of different colors. My white top turn purple in the black lights. He started to headed my way. Then he grabbed my hips smiling at me. “You are so RocknRoll!” he shouted. I began to dance with the Guitarist, glaring at him with my eyes. Then the end course came and he held my face as the lights began to dim on. I felt something externally soft, and most. I felt something warm boil in my skin. Before I knew it the lights turn on and his lips returned.