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๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐„๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐“๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐Ÿ๐€๐Œ ๐–๐ก๐จ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐„๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐‚๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐’๐š๐ข๐ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ง ๐€ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐€ ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ˆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐“๐จ๐จ ๐’๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐“๐จ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐˜๐ž๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‰๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐Œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐„๐ง๐๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‹๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ˆ๐๐ž๐š ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐”๐ก ๐Ž๐ก ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐Ž๐ง ๐€ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง ๐€๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ค
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ ๐‹๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐‡๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐Ž๐ง ๐“๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐–๐ž'๐ ๐๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ข๐  ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€ ๐’๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐Ž๐ง๐œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ"๐’๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ!"
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐„๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐’๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐‡๐ž ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐’๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐’๐š๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Œ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐–๐ž'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ž ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐ข๐ง๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐–๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐‹๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐“๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐„๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐’๐จ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ˆ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐“๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐”๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹-๐Ž-๐•-๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ž๐ง๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐’๐จ ๐’๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ซ๐š๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐†๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐ข๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐“๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐€๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐†๐ž๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ซ ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 days since the release of "Slut!", and so far Lyla had been receiving some hate, but more love for it. Her song had been streamed more than a million times, possibly beating Enchanted. Lyla was proud. She loved her fans so much and without them all of this would be impossible. The blonde girl had also been given the chance to sing "Slut!" at a festival along with some others songs.

So here Lyla was, at the festival, with a huge crowd cheering for her as she sang a song called 'Feather' from her debut album, Red. As soon as the girl finished singing, she looked through the crowd that chanted her name, a happy smile on her face.

Most of all, her eyes landed on her boyfriends. He had a huge smile on his face, watching her shine under the spotlight. Lyla blew a kiss at Tom, making everyone in the audience look over at the British boy, which made him blush whilst shyly looking around. Tom mouthed 'I love you' to her which made her grin so hard.

After a second, Lyla walked towards the near end of the stage and pulled the microphone closer to her mouth. "Hi guys!" She exclaimed, waving her hand in the air. "Is everyone enjoying themselves so far?" She questioned, letting out a soft sigh.

The whole crowd cheered. People chanted her name and told her they much loved her. Lyla loved it. She missed putting on a performance for everyone, and she was so glad that majority of these people in the crowd were excited to see her.

"Well, I have one final song before I move on, and I just want to say that you lot have been the best audience ever!" She yelled into the microphone making everyone applaud.

"Now this last song is very special to me." Lyla spoke, walking around the stage, occasionally looking at her boyfriend. "It's a song that I released not long ago, and it's special to me because I wrote this song with my boyfriend-" The blonde girl paused as the whole crowd screamed louder than they were before. I mean, Lyla had finally told everyone how she didn't write this song by herself, but with her man.

After a few seconds, Lyla spoke again. "So whilst I was receiving hate for being called a 'Slut', I wrote a song called 'Slut'." Lyla grinned, licking her lips as she pulled the microphone away from her mouth. The blonde girl picked up her guitar and placed it around her. She then placed her microphone on the stand and started playing the instrumental to the song.

Lyla glanced at her boyfriend, who smiled and nodded at her, before facing the audience. "Scream the lyrics, New York!" Lyla exclaimed into the microphone before singing the song that meant a lot to her.

❝ 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄
𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗋𝖽
𝖢𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄
𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍
𝖠𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾
𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎?
𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽
𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖽
𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍
𝖧𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍
𝖠𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌
𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌
𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾
𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗌
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄
𝖬𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ❞

A huge grin overtook Lyla's face as everyone chanted, more like screamed or yelled, the lyrics. It meant a lot to her, and also the fact they already knew all the lyrics just made everything perfect.

❝ 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽-𝖺𝗂𝗋
𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆
𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇
𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇 ❞

Lyla felt her heart jump when everyone screamed the last lyric. To be honest, it was also her favourite line, because Tom really is a gentlemen. He was everything to her, which is why she never ever wanted to lose him. The blonde girl looked over at her boyfriend, who was also screaming the lyrics along with the crowd. She loved him so much.

❝ 𝖧𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉
𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾
𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗑𝗎𝗋𝗒
𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈
𝖧𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾
𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾
𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾
𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄
𝖬𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ❞

When Lyla finished the song, she strummed a few more strings on her guitar before moving back, breathing in and out before smiling at the crowd who erupted into cheers. The blonde girl made eye contact with the British boy, desperately wanting to run up to him and kiss him.

"This has been an amazing time! Thank you all so much! I love you!" Lyla yelled once more into the microphone, before she went off stage, still hearing the cheers and applauses.

Lyla smiled once again. This was everything she wanted.


























ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝖬𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 🫶

━━ 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬


𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳   𝖴𝖱 𝖥𝖨𝖳 𝖮𝖬𝖦 𝖮𝖬𝖦 𝖮𝖬𝖦
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝖬𝖶𝖠𝖧
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   😍
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   💕
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡   𝗈𝗁 𝗆𝗒 😩
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 😒
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬   𝖲𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖧
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   😘
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 😍
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖨𝖬 𝖮𝖡𝖲𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖯𝖨𝖢𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖤
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡   𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 🤩  
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡   𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖲𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖣𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖤𝖣 𝖲𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖲
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖳𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡   𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖨 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖮𝖬𝖦 𝖨𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖹𝖨𝖭𝖦
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖲𝖢𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖲𝖫𝖴𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖲𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖢 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖬𝖤
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖭𝖮 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 𝖲𝖧𝖤 𝖪𝖤𝖯𝖳 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖠𝖳 𝖳𝖮𝖬 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖲𝖮 𝖢𝖴𝖳𝖤
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒





































ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 !









































ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

[#] 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋- 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 😭
[#] 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗒𝗌𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝟩𝟢𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗆 ❤️





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