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PAIGE sat in the front row at Estella's second concert in Toronto.

Estella strummed her guitar on the stage, Matt was staring at her, mesmorized. It was funny how whipped he was.

Chris was recording Estella, his free arm wrapped around Paige.

The stadium was open roofed, therefore it was quite cold, so Paige had Chris's coat wrapped around her shoulders.

Estella was a unique singer and songwriter, her words had meaning to them, as she sang Paige could tell the words that fell off her tongue were for Matt.

Estella had been begging Paige for advice on how to tell Matt she loved him, she was terrified it would ruin their relationship.

Paige was trying her best to make Estella tell Matt, but it was hard to concentrate with Chris's hand wrapped around her waist.

Chris put his phone in his pocket and Paige put her hand up for Chris to take.

The two stood there, enclosed in eachothers touch, listening to Estella's voice.

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