2″I make my way to the front row of the arena, a perk of being an idol's boyfriend. I hold a bouquet of roses, my gaze on the stage. I could hear the crowd cheering as they waited for you to come out, smiling as I think about how proud I am of you. But despite my smile and pride, I felt guilty about our argument. I sigh and look at the flowers in my lap, hoping I can apologize and fix my mistake by surprising you by coming to your show "Hopefully she forgives me.."
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