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Chapter 47

Alexa pov

As the last and final act arrived, I found myself standing in the audience of the concert hall, watching Nolan take center stage. He was dressed in his signature leather jacket, his hair a mess of curls that framed his face. The crowd roared as he began to strum his guitar, and I felt my heart swell with pride.

I had always known that Nolan was talented, but seeing him up there, commanding the attention of the entire room, was a whole new level of awe-inspiring. As he began to sing, his voice filled the space with a raw, powerful energy that seemed to vibrate through my very bones.

I watched as he moved across the stage, his fingers dancing over the strings of his guitar, his body swaying to the beat of the music. The lights flashed around him, casting shadows on his face and making him look like some kind of rockstar god.

And then, in the midst of all that noise and chaos, a thought struck me. I wondered if Anthony had ever seen his son play in any of his concer