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The roar that followed from the crowd made Conor stop halfway down the riser.
He had heard arenas scream every night for nearly a month.
He was used to the sound. But it had never felt this way to him.
Conor reached the stage floor and Von extended his hand toward him. He grabbed it, expecting a normal handshake, only for Von to pull him forward and raise his arm into the air like he had just won a fight.
The crowd became even louder.
Conor couldn't stop smiling.
"You asshole," he muttered, although his microphone wasn't active yet.
Von laughed and released him.
Conor looked over the arena, took a breath, and brought the microphone toward his mouth.
"I honestly don't know what the hell I'm supposed to say right now."
The crowd laughed and he shook his head with a nervous smile.
