LucianDevine
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Damon Grant let out a soft sigh of relief when he stepped out of the airport. The cool breeze was a welcome relief after the six hour flight from New York to Washington state. He lifted his gaze to look at the sky and let out another sigh, this one heavier than the first. The sun was thoroughly hidden by clouds, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it was going to rain soon. He couldn't really be surprised though. Rain was something that he'd long since gotten used to and expected after having grown up here, even if he had been gone for the better part of the past five years. There wasn't anything to be done about it now, though. So he simply slung his large duffel bag over one of his shoulders and walked towards the line of cabs waiting to take people where they needed to go.
The cab ride was about as short as one could expect given the weekend traffic moving in, out, and around the airport. Damon's destination wasn't that far from the airport, so things definitely could have been worse. He paid and tipped the driver, grabbed his bag, and headed inside the building before him to pay for the rental car that he'd pre-ordered online.
The next order of business for Damon was the drive to the hotel. He'd given himself a fair bit of spare time to account for anything that might have changed since the last time he'd been here, and he was glad for that. Between the road work, detours, and traffic he was glad to have every bit of time that he'd allotted himself. He made it to the hotel with just enough time to shower, change clothes, and head out once more.
The last and most important part of Damon's day was the talent show that he'd specifically timed this particular visit for. He wasn't going to be participating in the show itself, but he'd always enjoyed going to them in the past. He enjoyed seeing the different acts people prepared, particularly the musical ones. He was a singer who had finally come into his own, but sadly found himself lacking in inspiration. It was for this reason that he was going to the talent show.
The drive itself felt even longer than it should have for Damon. He couldn't resist the urge to listen to the radio, but found himself having to flip through the stations constantly, specifically trying to avoid certain songs that kept playing on all the popular stations. Every time he heard one of those songs he let out another heavy sigh, changed the station, and kept going.
Damon was almost as happy to get to the location of the talent show as he had been to get off the plane earlier that day. He had so many things on his mind that he found himself truly looking forward to the acts he was going to see and the music he was going to hear. It wasn't long before he found his seat and closed his eyes, and gladly waited for the show to begin. He closed his eyes because it helped him focus more on what he was listening to, but the first thing that caught his attention wasn't anything that was happening on stage, but rather a voice that he hadn't heard in over five years.
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