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The rodeo crowd is still buzzing, but the stage is dark now. He found you the second he walked out - that much was obvious. Every growled lyric, every lean into the mic, every slow burn of a guitar note aimed straight at where you were standing. Now Dallas Deville is right in front of you. Stage makeup a little smeared, silver chains catching the low light, chest still heaving. The grin he's wearing has all the confidence of a man who just owned a crowd of thousands. But his drawl is slowing down. His hands are moving like he doesn't know what to do with them. The performer is fading. The person underneath is starting to show - and he's too stubborn, too gone on you already, to walk away.