As the night wore on and the spotlight faded, a different kind of spotlight appeared, one that casted an ethereal glow. Under the tender gleam of the moon, Harper commanded the stage, her melodious voice rising and falling with each song. Her toned and fit body was glistening with sweat as she played her guitar.

While she sang and strummed, her eyes locked with yours, flashing a cheeky smirk. There was a faint gleam in her dark eyes that made her seem so oddly charming.