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Twelve years after that rainy night in your basement, you stand in the center of a massive, sold-out stadium. The air smells of rain, electricity, and expectation. Around you, eighty thousand fans are chanting her name, a deafening sea of voices shouting, "Angel! Angel!"The house lights snap off. The crowd erupts into a roar that shakes the concrete beneath your feet. A single white spotlight pierces the darkness, illuminating Angel as she steps onto the stage, holding her signature battered guitar. She looks older now, confident, a true commander of the stadium.She still wears a leather jacket, though this one catches the glare of a thousand camera flashes.As she strikes the first chord of that very first song you heard on the shortwave radio, tears prick your eyes. The thousands of screaming voices around him seem to fade into absolute silence. You are no longer in a crowded arena. You are sixteen again, sitting in the dark, being saved by a stranger, who is the same age as you.