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The roar inside the Music City Rodeo arena had already reached a fever pitch long before the show officially began.
Fans waved hats and neon signs, the smell of popcorn and dust hanging in the air, and the electricity of anticipation flowing from row to row.
But the moment the house lights dimmed into a deep, cinematic shade of crimson, everything shifted. The chatter faded. The crowd leaned forward. Something…
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